And as soon as she had left, I laid down in bed, imagining how Chris would look without those bloody clothes, my hands running across his body, my lip... kissing his neck and breast. Automatically my hand went underneath the blanket and started to rub my clit, until a very relieving orgasm hit me and I found the comfort to fall asleep.It changed one evening, when we sat together again. We had just emptied a bottle of Chardonnay and Christine was again rambling about Chris. „Did you know, he's. With each thrust and slap he began talking almost as if slap and thrust represented a word. You….are…..my…..fucking…..work……whore……you…..will….suck….and…..fuck…..me…you….are…my …stupid….fucking…..work…whore……..that…..will……do….as……..she……..is……..told I came again harder and stronger than the last time only this time my screams were muffled by Neals cock that was being forced down my throat. My knees buckled and my legs gave way, Steves cock slopped out of my used hole and Neals length fell from. But it never happened of course.And nothing more ever happened with me and her dad, or her mom, and it was just Cait and me together for a while and that was really nice.But I missed Lucy so much and Cait actually missed her too but I didn't get that until later because of what happened then, but when we got school under control we would go and visit them, and sometimes it was both Cait and me and sometimes it was just me and the first time I saw Lucy after her mom had died I thought she would. I had to see what was in the hole ... dumb shit! I had my bike Mag Lite in my pocket and I shined it in the hole. Today I wouldn't be able to crawl past the the entrance but then I had no problem, dang it all.About three meters in I made a rare find. On the floor of the hole were two chalcedony spear point blanks, crossed. They were completely clean, not a speck of dust. Each one was 46cm long, 5cm wide and 8mm thick. Pure white, they were the finest specimens of the flintknappers art I'd ever.