She was bought back to reality by the hands on her boobs now raking up and down her sides. They had found in their friendship that they both had the same taste in many things except men. Someone knelt down in front of her on both of their knees whilst they pulled a hand full of her hair backwards causing her head to jerk back. The two girls had set up a picnic and pitched their tent. Even the small stream that meandered and snaked through the heart of it, dancing over its bottom filled with small pebbles and larger stones flowed with the grace of an world class ballerina in top form. Could she be mistaken or was it the stress of this ordeal playing tricks on her mind. His seed was molten hot and it didn’t just stop. She was grabbed by 4 of the men and the tape quickly placed over her mouth to silence any attempt to scream, lifted up in her sleeping bag and removed from the shredded tent without her friend
