And then there was the locker room and having to take showers after gym class, getting teased about the size of your dick. Of course word got out into...the parochial herd and girls started talking. I maintained my shy stature to keep out of trouble regarding the tree, David’s scrutiny, and thought more than once what if the tree died somehow. I wondered if that would be a good thing or not.And then, on one of my visits to get questions answered, David said, “I never told you not to get laid. I. I twisted my head with pleasure as he lifted my hips and began his movements. After a few strokes I could feel the pleasure built inside me. I moaned and soon exploded.. He slowed down and was out.He again entered me and moved slowly. He would move out and with force enter again. Each stroke of his was now sending shivers in me. He would suddenly move vigorously and then slow down. I could feel the tension building up and stopping with his pauses. I wanted another orgasm. I moved when he paused. Mary would fly back without him, as scheduled, the show had to go on, but would later meet him on his arrival in New York and fly with him across the North American continent to Burbank, where he would be interred in the family vault in a multi-denominational cemetery, the first of the Gold family to be buried there.Mary gave a much shorter speech, about how her husband Bradford Gold was not only her hero, but was truly a hero to his country of birth in their greatest need and a hero in putting. Her second attempt to sit up was successful. She sat on the edge of the tub, looking at herself in the vanity mirror. Her body was covered in dark purple bruises, which would explain why she ached with every move. What caught her eye though were her tits, which were covered in dried blood. Each of her nipples had a massive steel ring through them, about an inch in diameter. "OK, so that explains why my chest feels like it's on fire" she thought to herself "but who's responsible for.