I could sense one of the girls hands touching my thigh and allowed to remain there. She was leaning forward and her boob was resting on my hand. When ... turned my palm, her right boob came on it nicely.I gave a small squeeze and the girl Seem to have expected it. Her hand was busy unzipping my jeans and pulling my jack out. Most of the girls knew what is happening. This girl pulled it out and there it came in full length and hardness.The girls looked at it in sheer amazement. I continued with my. They have a need for their bodies to be respected even in death, while as for me, I do what I have to because my life was stolen from me - taken - and speaking honestly, I don't know whether it was real or just the delusion of an old schizophrenic mind. Maybe I've always lived in these caverns. Maybe all my troubling memories are lies. All I know is that I can spear a dead woman's cunt and crack it in two.How did I learn that?And as for Christine...My cock hardened. I picked up a rock and. She felt the head of his cock pressing against her asshole, so she reached back and grabbed ahold of it guiding it in. The guys she was sucking exploded in her mouth surprising her, she gagged trying to swallow as much as she could as a cock rammed deep into her ass. Pounding her hard she came on the spot. He must have felt it because he did also, filling her ass with his hot sticky cum. She felt spent as he pulled out of her and fell to her knees. She looked up to see 2 still stiff unfinished. After a few more pleasantries I excused myself, and as I was leaving I gave my business a plug; “By the way, I own the gift shop diagonally across the road. If you are ever in need of a gift, I promise you a good discount to make up for the shirt,” I concluded sheepishly.Upon arriving home I opened my computer. Several months before I had come across a gay website that published pornographic short stories. A month or so later, figuring what the hell, I decided to give writing a go. I always had.