She had a look of love and admiration on her face as I leaned in and kissed her again, resuming my exploration of her body with my hands.Heather was w...aring a short, pink, one-piece jumper and now I reached for the knot where it was tied behind her neck. She leaned forward a bit, giving me room to untie it. As I pulled the two pieces of string apart, I tugged gently on them, pulling the top of her jumper down to her waist, exposing her delicious young breasts to the night air. I kissed her. The smell of shit was strong in the air as you could see it all over the guy's dicks as they shoved them in and out of the girl's assholes. I half expected to see someone holding a video camera because the whole thing seemed fucking unreal. I felt like an eternity had passed but only ten seconds had elapsed. One of the guys noticed me and pointed me out to Rochelle who screamed and jumped up and away from the guy's and ran over towards me screaming hysterically. "I can explain all this it is. Afterwarm-ups, everyone got in line and the sorting began."Midnight, Blondie, team left. You all are skins." I paled at Coach's words.I didn't know exactly how to deal with this, seeing as how Davy would be hurt if I ignored him all hour. I couldn't look at him and his bare chest though;not if I wanted the guys to all think i'm still straight. A whistle blew and the game began.Shockingly, I went the whole hour without having to stare at Davy. When time was up, I turned to run and shower, only. What I witnessed laterwould be better explanation. For them it was a hard conversation, theycouldn't share their experiences earlier before without a sense of shame(because it sounded sometimes crazy) or cause a fear in the person who talkedto. Both these feelings isolated the victim of evil forces, and this ongoingisolation escalated dark events. As a person, who had experienced some ofthese things I remained calm and I was focusing on the plot. I asked themsome helpful questions. It took.