Not a step taken in any direction. Here lies the peril of indecision and fear. Let us have a moment of silence as we remember the dead. Let us bow our... heads. (Silence). Okay. Thank you. ‘He was a good man,’ someone says. ‘At least he didn’t suffer,’ someone else says. A murmur of agreement follows.lost causeTaking it for granted. Will be there tomorrow. Don’t worry about a thing; it’s a given, man. Oh what a shame. This way of thinking yields no fruit; none at all. Flip the switch my dude.. Right now she was not thinking of the pumpkins because her annoying friend Robert was making fun of her pig-tails with the red ribbons her mother had attached to the ends.That Robert was such a pest.He was always underfoot and making a nuisance of himself.She really didn't like playing with boys because they thought they knew everything and never seemed to want to listen to a girl who had good ideas and better games to play.In Sandy's opinion boys were not a lot of fun to play with. But today. Well, this man was huge. He would need a giant bed, I told myself. It didn’t mean anything having to do with me.But then he turned to me, tugging off his coat, and commanded, ‘Strip.’Even against my will, I found my fingers unbuttoning my coat. Then my blouse. I pulled down my tight pants and saw his look of blatant appreciation. I still could not move my head except to accommodate his commands.I reached behind me and undid my brassiere. Then I slid my panties down my legs. I felt mortified,. I felt Ralf's cock probing me and I squealed. “Do it Ralf. You know your soon to be wife won’t want it”. I surrendered and slowly Ralf popped my anal cherry. Stuck between them I was surprised at how good it felt. Pain had turned to pleasure as they double fucked me. Ralf came in my arse but continued to thrust and with the lubrication it was feeling amazing. Then the other guy came and we untangled. With no-one else lining up and went into the ensuite and cleaned up. My bum hole was tender but.