It was a big tent on an incline at the end of the field. They had metal music playing, and over the top I could hear her saying something. It sounded ...like "My my, my my." As I approached, I could distinguish it better. She was saying "My arse, My arse!"I didn't go in. They were obviously screwing to the music, her and her new friends. Now and then I heard the blokes grunting appreciatively. It's hard to say how I felt. Her friends all knew too. I got very aroused, it was sick but horny. Somehow. I suppose that in a way, from then on we developed an unspoken agreement between us – that what either of us got up to when I was away was ‘private territory’. Often one or the other would make a special effort either the night before I went away or my first night home, not always, but more often than not. I guess in doing that we were convincing the other – and perhaps ourselves as well – that this was the permanent part of our lives, the other events were a side-show. The freedom I and in. Her stomach was contracting with orgasm after orgasm forcing the fluids from her opening in sequence with her contractions; between contractions she appeared to suck the liquids back in. Go on we all know you want to clean her up again and taste all that cum, he was right I was now hooked on my cleanup job an enjoyed all the new taste as I cleaned up her ass and pussy of there cum. I couldn't wait to view the video with her. Her rest period was short lived. She was beat from the extreme. She would not think about that until she died.~~Months passed and Gina had men and women throwing themselves at her. She had sex all the time and was the happiest woman in the world. She had many marriage proposals but just played the field.She enjoyed her new body and the love and attention that she was given. She was successful in every way. Unfortunately, she made bad choices, and on Halloween night ten years later, she drove drunk and hit a tree, and died instantly. She saw the pearly.