The tape started with several quick scenes, and the title had something to do with anal sex. In the beginning, all the fast moving images were women w...ith big cocks in their butts. I mean really big cocks. We all three were saying eeewwww. We figured that it really had to hurt. We sat enthralled and mesmerized as all of these hot women and guys were looking like they really enjoyed it. Especially the women. They were all touching themselves, and cumming as the guys would take their cocks out of. ‘She isn’t breathing, Laird.’ ‘Give her to me!’ Cien roared as he ripped her out of Owen’s arms. He lay her gently on the cool ground, and listened for her breath. When she didn’t take any, he opened her lips and pressed his to hers and breathed into her. ‘Breathe….’ He prayed out loud. The breath of life worked sometimes and sometimes not. He prayed it would work this time. He breathed into her again and felt wetness sliding down his face. He hadn’t realized it was raining. ‘Regan…’ He. Or, maybe I'll think of some other way to do that. Are you still a virgin, Alan?"The words just stunned me. I knew enough to know what they implied."Yeah, but, I wish I wasn't," was the best thing I could think of to say."Well, you might get you wish if you really wanted it. Do you really want to lose your cherry? Have sex for the first time?"It felt like my throat froze for a second before I got out, "Oh, yeah, especially if it was with you, Susan."She had turned the water off and was just. The Virgin Mary knowingly smiled down at me. I asked my questions, whispered my prayers, waiting silently for answers, the statues stood at their posts, mute. No secrets were revealed that day, or in the days that followed. I stood in the doorway to what was once her room, a gallon of paint in my grip. The sickly gray that had once adorned the walls was replaced stroke by stroke, the past disguised with latex. Blue, the brilliant blue of a future that had no meaning to me, the blue of my pain,.