Despite the intense mutual orgasm and possibly because of the passage of time, their heads had cleared a little.“Well, I’m glad to hear I was wort... the wait. Though I suspect my little friend played a part.” Della said referring to the candle. She shifted position so that she lay atop Trudy. Their bodies felt good in close contact, their large breasts pressing into the others’ thrilling each with their touch. Della gently played with tousled strands of Trudy’s hair that hung over her forehead. Omg I was dying and i knew there were still 2 more men. 2 more men, 2more holes ? my mouth and my cunt. i was flipped backover and i felt my hair rip out of my head and imagined it dangling limp on thethorns. i was made to kneel in front of another open zipper and another browndirty hard on. my head was forced onto it and it choked me as it went down mythroat. i gagged and felt i would puke. wet tears mixed with my wet spit andhis pre-cum and made a sloppy wet mess that filled my mouth and when. Lauren ran back into her room and called 911. I stood up and punched him back catching him off guard. Bad move, because all I did wa make him madder. I didn't really care though. As long as he was away from Lauren. For the next 5 minutes he was beating me untilThe cops showed up and arrested him. A paramedic had treated my wounds and then a officer came over and asked me some questions. I told him everything that happened and during the middle of another question Taylor arrived home. She was. I did not say cha-cha like that. The word had been sung with the heaviness of the beat of two hard thrusts into a woman. Her perfume poured in through my nose, much stronger than the coffee smell that stopped the song lyric every morning. It felt like my soul had been dropped from the top of a skyscraper sailing, falling, and impacting on my corpse lying on the sidewalk."AAAARRRGGHH!!"It was the fear of waking up from a falling dream; the other passengers did not hear it but I did as the two.