Kristen realized then to her dismay that she really had to pee, since she hadn’t that morning when working.“Karl,” she said very quietly and in ... voice that was asking permission. “I have to go to the bathroom.”The boys giggled again.Karl then said: “First, tell us what you have to do in the bathroom.”Kristen’s face reddened. “Uh ... I have to pee,” she said after hesitating. She felt like crawling away then.“Say it again and use the proper word,” Karl shouted at her.She quickly told them that. At one point, I was between my boyfriend, his hands on my thighs *under* my skirt for all to see, and the other guy clamped behind me with his hands firmly on both my boobs. And my guy whispered to me, Wouldn't I like to do my special dance for him. And he started to pull my panties down. And we swayed there, four male hands kneading me all over in sensitive areas. I was melting. And he kept whispering dirty things to me and nibbling on my ear. And the other guy must have heard and he started. "I hoped she could make it very soon, for Kenny was ailing and not long for this world. We all sent condolences, but had no way to reach out to her to give support, while she alone buried her husband. We would miss him, for although an easterner he had become one of us. It was five weeks before a special railcar was shunted onto the siding in Ryeback.Judy had relented after finding Papa Turbin a broken man over Jonathan's death. Within days of the death of the younger Turbin, Mama Turbin. .. each time a little deeper. We are breathing heavily now. He increases the rhythm... and soon we're panting. And not a word spoken so far!! Body language! Now he's thrusting into me hard, waiting to cum. Am almost there too... watching the scenery through glazed eyes. And then we're ready to expode. We do! He stays in me, pulling me close, caressing my breasts as I lay my head back on his shoulder. I can hear the drumming of his heartbeat. I can feel him slip out gently. He turns me around..