My hand reached out, stroking her hair. She smiled. Her lips slid over the tip of my cock. She sucked. “Saoria,” I groaned.It was a dream. A sweet... dream. I could enjoy this. For a bit.“I’m so sorry, Thrak.”The words drifted to me. Faoril. In pain. Choked with emotion, calling for me. She was still alive. My Faoril. I was lucky to find another woman after Saoria, a woman my wife approved of, because she wanted me to be happy.Because she loved me.And I loved her. And Faoril.And she was here with. They stood before her in white bras and short shorts, as she inspected them. Then, she took her own shirt off, and undid the clasp on her pink bra to reveal to her three girls round breasts that made them all get wet. "Who wants to lick them first?" she asked. Amber raised her hand. "Take your bra and shorts off then, Amber," Gina demanded. Amber took them off. Her breasts were less impressive-they weren't nearly as big-but Gina took them in her hands and squeezed. Canned goods were the safest. Even if the cans were radioactive, her body handled radioactivity the same as it did the fierce burning rays of the sun. Too much would make her sick, but at night she would recover.Water was scarce here. Even so, she didn't want to leave this spot. There was enough food stored nearby to last for several years. She could put together collectors to catch water from the fierce thunderstorms that swept over her every other day or so.'Get up!' the voice told her again.. "Sorry, Mam, it was right at the back of the van because it's so heavy, let me take it through to the kitchen for you."Chris froze, there was nowhere to go, apart from the back door and into the garden and he had to decide now. Unfortunately, the garden was overlooked by some flats, and that was enough to sway him to stay in the kitchen, after all this guy was only dropping a bag. He turned to face the sink and began to look busy."It's through there," he heard, "my friend Christine is in there,.