It was the only place I felt at peace. Her grave was graced with a tall statue of an angel holding a child. Etched into the marble under the angel’s...bare feet were the words :Christina Marie EverestMay 7th, 1998 - August 15th, 2001Beloved baby girl whose life touched everyone she metMay the angels rock her to sleepI placed the bouquet into it’s holder and then knelt down onto the spongy earth of the grave. The sky was threatening rain for the second time today and moisture soaked my knees. .she licked it, and stifled a gag at the pungent flavour, before he helped her by shoving it back in. The man under her began fucking her, himself....and she braced for the dreaded part of the film.She couldn't have been ready, and screamed, muffled by the cock in her throat, as she felt her ass forced open by an object far too large for it. She had been fucked before...she had sucked cocks before...but this humiliating pain she couldn't stand. So the men clutched her tightly....as she had. He stared at me with a little grin on his face. I walked right up to him and whispered in his ear, “I’ll be working late tonight”, then licked my lips, gave him a devilish smile, and walked to the elevator. I still didn’t know if he spoke any English, but I figured I’d give it a try anyway. I went home for lunch, and to grab a few things. I decided I was going to wear something special tonight, in case he shows up. I went back to work and resumed my day as usual. At 6:00 pm everyone else had. I'd never want Debbie to have another man if I thought she's stop loving me. I knew that wasn't likely though. Seeing her with Gus made me want her even more. I had this burning desire to see her enjoy sex with Gus. I wanted her to cum like gangbusters with him! I could almost experience her joy with her as I thought about it. Moreover, I was even more excited thinking about having her as soon as Gus and she were finished. It all didn't make sense. I knew this was going to take some time to.