Kuch galat faimy ki vajah se hamara 9th end mein breakup ho gaya tha. 10th starting mein hamare school ne ek trip nikali jisme maine aur usne bhi form...bhara tha.Hum ek hi bus mein jaa rahe the par voh front seat par baithi thi aur mein last seat par. Voh samajhti thi ki mai use ignore maarne ka try karta tha par aisa nahi tha main use bahut pyaar karta tha aur uske jism par marta tha. Usne trip par aise-aise kapde laye the ki meri akhein khuli ki khuli reh gayi. Un kapdon mein uska poora. We were attempting to keep them together, and had practised a few jumps in the field behind the house, but her horse seemed uninterested in physical activity, whereas Luther and I were wanting to extend ourselves, and use up some of the pent up energy. I guess that was my downfall, but not right then.My sister gave up in disgust eventually, and headed back to the stables, promising to get someone else to exercise the horse while she took a bath. Luther and I headed for the hills, separating. He opens his eyes and looks above his head, his body and muscles freeze with sheer terror, he completely forgets about holding back his orgasm but the muscles hes using to are frozen like the rest of him. On the ground just above his head he can see a grotesque figure, the dark brown robes it wears are torn and covered in damp patches, mud , mould and moss. Maggots and worms crawl their way amongst the folds of the rotted material and all over the frayed and rotted rope belt that hangs about. .. Hal Burns! ... he does bit parts like me" Sandy laughed as she jotted the name down."Burns? How ironic! Who else, a Mr. Mustard maybe?" Hammond blurted out the next name, he did not appreciate the humour of the moment; his cock maintaining its burning erection, his noosed balls bright red and numbing in stark contrast."Seb Monroe ... he and Burns cut her ... he was the cruellest though." Sandy's hand stopped dead and she drew breath as a she dwelt on the name, a look of frustration filling.