She walked pass the living room and turned to see what was going on. On the coach a girl who looked like a younger version of Gina was sitting on a gu...ys lap and fucking him. Of course they were both naked. The tour of the house continued.Upstairs the bedrooms were filled with various couples fucking. In one bedroom a woman, perhaps my age, was getting solidly fucked by a boy perhaps sixteen or fifteen. Gina led the camera to another bedroom. In this room a naked teenage boy was standing looking. He moved like he was back in a combat zone. He could hear the sounds of gunfire, sometimes automatic, sometimes the louder booming of a high calibre rifle. The occasional explosion as well.Downtown Boston was well and truly fucked. Between the rabid dogs wandering around, the huge insects inside some of the half boarded up buildings, the fucking zombie ghouls things that would spring up out the fucking rubble. Not to mention the animals in human form that would just arbitrarily shoot at you. Angelito cried out. “You hurt my balls nice.” Harold gripped and squeezed and pulled the rigid cockforwards and forwards still squeezing it tightly at thebase bringing it down until it was level with Angelito’sthighs. Angelito gasped and Harold suddenly let it fly backupright releasing his grip on the shaft. Angelito sigheda tremendous sigh, his back arched, he cried out wildlyin Spanish. Cum shot straight up like the jet from ageyser and rained down on Angelito’s. Angie had a wicked grin on her face as she met James's eyes, a wink and a flick of her tongue telling him that she was enjoying the show as much as she was her own slave's ministrations.James flicked his eyes towards Doris and was surprised when their eyes locked. He crooked a finger and an eyebrow at the girl, giving her the choice, but clearly beckoning her. She nodded and rose from the couch, her hand slipping out of her shorts and into her own mouth as she stepped over the coffee table and.