I told the coroner I understood and told him that Wyatt's Funeral Home would be in charge of Gina's arrangements. Later that evening; Mark Wyatt from ...he funeral home called and I went to the funeral home to make the arrangements. After expressing his regrets concerning Gina; I told him I had a special request and to please hear me out before he replied. I had played golf in a foursome with Mark on several occasions and had heard enough comments from him to know that he took some liberties with. "May, fucking dead cert more like eh Ernie, bet you sampled her on Moor you old goat."Ernie knew he had forgot something, but it was too late to take her back and shag her now."Thats fine" said the captain and grabbed her by the neck as she went to step into the shaft. "wait for bloody tram, that's a fucking mile drop down there."May pissed herself at the thought.The tram arrived and they descended into the bowels of the earth, down, down, down the went, and down again, till they were right. Jason let go of my tit and moved his hand down to my cunt and as soon as he found it and stuck his fingers into my wet cunt, "OH FUCK" I cried out "FUCK MY FUCKIN' CUNT" I added as Jason drove his fingers deeper into my aching cunt. Joe had meanwhile continued to suck on Jason's cock and now let go and rose up to watch as Jason sucked on my one tit and finger fucked my cunt. This went on for a few more minutes as Jason drove me into a frenzied state when Joe finally spoke up, "Let me fuck him. Irritatingly around your groin. So you wait. Stand as ordered, formed in a regulation square. And wait to hear what platitudes shall be offered.Crap, of course. Total crap. We were told that we would be holding the line. A very fresh faced young officer, doing the telling, still looking rumpled from the brief helicopter flight into the forward areas, must have known — must have seen, if he'd bothered to look down — that the 'line' no longer existed. Might even have noticed, had he but eyes to.