Maybe it was the music that made him turn and look, not even sure why it matters, not even sure to this day if what he thinks he saw was really what h... saw. The cemetery was dark, the one street lamp casting a dim yellow glow across the headstones. The movement caught his sight, he rubbed his eyes, thinking in his drunken state he had hit the jackpot, two people fucking in the cemetery, maybe not a bad night after all. But as his eyes became accustom to the darkness, something did not seem. I sat there looking around thinking how amazing his place was. His furniture was all dark brown leather, really nice pieces. It was obvious to me he liked the influence of Tuscany in his decor. When Peter came back to the couch and handed me my wine we sat and began chatting again. The main topic was family. He clearly loved his parents and his sister and spoke of them with great affection and respect. I admired his clear feelings for them. I told him about my family and he was fascinated by. “Exactly!! Get Judy out there and make her feel wonderful.” I took Judy by the hand and led her to the dance floor. We held each other and she rested her head against my chest so that her perfume and hair sent intoxicating smells into my nostrils. My arms rested around her waist and I could feel her warm and smooth bare skin at her midriff. Her firm breasts pushed into me and I could swear I could feel her hips pushing gently into mine. I must be imagining it I thought, her best friend is. He'd fucked her long, though not as hard as he could have, actually gentling his movements when she begged him to.But now she hurt, and she hurt badly."Would you like me to look to see how bad it is?" Michelle asked softly."How did..." I knew a girl once whose boyfriend raped her like that. She was torn up afterwards, but didn't want her parents to know what had happened to her. They would have forbidden her to go out with him again. The stupid twit. I'd have cut off his dick myself."Tina went.