Dan turned the vibrating Dong's switch on and he and Bill left us.After 2 hours of vigorous bondage sex sessions with the men, Tammy and I communicate...d into each other's mouths that we would just let the Dong do its work on us, and we would makeout like crazy when they started to build. We were going to have orgasms, and there was no way to stop them. We were so intimately connected that the slightest sign, by one of us, was a signal to the other. We waited. Sometimes we would wiggle a little,. It was something that started with his grandparents when George was a child, and while it was then soft-drinks and tame tales, that sense of awe and wonder grew strong in the young boy's mind.The tradition continued through adolescence growing from family trips, to grandfather/grandson excursions and on to teenage gatherings. As the boy matured, so did the level of competition, to both get drunk and instil fear.George had always put a great deal of effort into researching stories, often. She bites her lip, closes her eyes and lets out a deep sexual tone. I push in deep, and pull back. I slide back in and she lets out a low “oh, fuck yea!! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” I pull out and press the head of my cock on her clit and rub it back and forth then push down inside her cunt. I pump for a while, thrusting in and out feeling her steam warming my rod, and her juice surrounding my rock hard shaft. I pull out, my cock dripping with her syrup. I move up and slide my shaft into her welcoming. "She loved you guys," I say softly.Reaching out, I touch her right shoulder, and when her startled eyes jump to mine, I nod at a bench a little ways down the path. She hesitates, looking again towards the cemetery gate in the distance as though wondering whether escape is still possible. I abandon the flat of flowers and my trowel, turn away from her, and walk to the bench. As I sit, and stretch my legs out in front of me, she mumbles something I can't hear."Excuse me?"She whirls to face me,.