Joyce looked sorrowfully at the body for one last time; then without ceremony she slid it towards its resting place.A soft thud sounded from the depth... bellow and soil was shovelled in just deep enough to hide the body from the casual glance of a hurried construction worker. Joyce stood at the top of the shaft panting; tears welled up in her eyes, never knowingly religious she found her self muttering a deeply felt impromptu prayer "Sleep well Gina, God Bless" After a few minutes tearful vigil. She was asking me what my fantasies were. As I'd had a couple of pints with mates after the game, I blurted out that before I was with her, I had fantasised about having a threesome with her and Margaret. She giggled, and suddenly left the room. I instinctively pulled my pants up, as the door was left ajar. I could hear the girls taling in the kitchen, then giggling. I will mention briefly that Great Barr is almost in an area of the Midlands which has a dialect all of it's own, almost. She kept trying to lose their hands but they were professional when it came to groping. Her efforts were going down the drain so she had no choice but to stand still and wait for it to get over. Inside she was fighting a different fight as her mind wanted it to stop but her body which was dying for some attention has started enjoying it. Her nipples were getting hard as they were receiving some good attention after a very long time. She didn’t even remember when was the last time a man actually. As he emerged from the cabin, Tim used the butt of the shotgun and he fell unconscious."Make him secure," I told Trev, who had now joined us after tieing the two boats together."Right oh," said Trev, using cable ties he secured both of his hands and feet."Who are you," wailed the frighten wife/mother, her two daughters hiding behind her, who were just on the edge of hysteria themselves."Lets all sit down, shall we," I said calmly "and no one will get hurt." What have you done with Jason?" she.