" Jill and I sat on the plush couch in front of the fireplace and began to reminisce about past Christmases and past family joys. Not suprisingly,...we both shied away from any mention of my Uncle Jack's death. We talked for what seemed like hours, and I drank what seemed like a gallon of that warm, spicy punch. The drink combined with the mellow Christmas music on the stereo made me drowsy, and I uttered an inadvertant yawn now and then. On seeing one too many yawns, Jill asked if I'd like. Ben sat out of the lunchtime kick-about to collect his thoughts, about the incident that he and Ethan had had a year ago. Ethan had always been the physical of the pair, while Ben focused on academics. Bens parents were fine with this although they did want him to join a sports team, which eventually he did. The rugby club. Ben didnt like rugby. The dirt and the fierce tackling put him off. He only went because of two reasons, Ethan and showers. Most of the time Ethan showered in his rugby. The events were being recorded. The DJ reached up and grabbed Jenny by her upper arm in a grip so tight she thought it would break her arm. Rather than go to the couches, she allowed herself to be guided up to the stage.The DJ started a DVD from Buck Wheat Stephenson's song: "My Marie." It was a soft, slow, melodic song.Jenny Marie Jenkins; the song seemed to be about her. Jenny stood there, motionless. She reached over with her left hand and supported herself with it. She was petrified with. One attendant cups his hand under me, between my thighs, and starts to finger me, probing at my clit, and pushing his thumb up against my anus. I whimper, biting my lip and squeezing my eyes shut. His finger slides into my pussy, touching the brush's bee-stings. I lurch. His thumb pops into my rectum, and I lurch again. He begins a maddening massage between my openings, kneading and squeezing them together. I am close to fainting. Suddenly I am yanked downward to resume my chore. The large.