" Angela glared at me and growled "you cannot make me strip for you jock boy, you and no army." I told Angela "put your pajama's on and sleep, this sh...t is all over and finished, this is a new game."Angela spit at me and I caught the spit and rubbed it in her face, she struggled and tried to bite me but I am a fast and strong for a 16 year old man. "Fuck you" she screamed at me and I pulled Angela to her bed and held her down. "Tough guy beating up a girl" she spit into my face. I was holding. ” I watched her as she strolled in. She wore a light t-shirt and a pair of tracksuit bottoms. She wore no bra and her young B cup breasts looked perfectly round and pert. I could just make out her nipples which seemed to stand out quite a bit, perfect size in my opinion. I watched her ass all the way into my living room. She put her book down on the desk where my laptop was stationed. “Mind if I get a drink?” She asked. “No go ahead,” I replied having to concentrate on her young breasts. Apparently group-think made the rest of the men target the poor woman’s wide-open eyes. At least a dozen men shot into her eyes, a large pool of semen formed, so large in fact that she simply looked like she had golf balls in place of her eye sockets. Even after the men — and there must have been several dozen who came on her – were done coming, they held her there so the semen could just stay on her eyeballs. It was clear from the expression on her face that it was not pleasant, but she kept. The autopsy revealed Gwen had suffered a catastrophic Amniotic Fluid embolism, causing lung and heart failure. It was a rare occurrence, the doctor explained, and virtually untreatable. Somehow debris from the amniotic fluid found its way into her bloodstream and reached the lungs and heart causing an allergic reaction.There was an undertaker to choose, the death certificate to get from the register office, and the funeral to organise. He remembered later that Siân, Gwen’s sister, more or less.