As they felt the sorrow and remorse I was feeling, they, too, began to cry, helping me to grieve. We sat together, holding one another, supporting one... another, loving one another. A fucking Kodak moment, if there ever was one.Finally, our tears and sobs lessened and stopped. Kleenex appeared and, to a chorus of honking that would have made a flock of geese proud, we cleaned ourselves up. I sat, one hand cupping one tit of Sally, the other hand cupping the tit of Nicole. They were still a little. I have some fire-arms to protect me. I have my sources of food. Life is okay, and I don’t intend on quitting. The road down the hill was noisier than normal. It’s troublesome. There are gangs who ride up and down the old highway 94 every so often. I don’t know what it is they are looking for. Everything around here is abandoned, which is why I am here. Their motorcycle engines reverberate off the hills, making it sound like they are everywhere. I keep my eye on the little dirt road, which. It was her voice saying those words; they were just said at a different time.Really from that point on while the screen has being played out exactly the same when he edited her words or spliced them, or what ever they do, when you watched this version she was an animal, she was not trying to get away from him or was mad at him, Oh no, this version made it look like she was more than into it. She looked like she could not get enough of him and the way he put her words together, she loved every. Suddenly, my body jerked and went stiff as my waist shook uncontrollably, and my toes curled up and I creamed her panties with my with sissygasm. She kept moving her finger and I kept having dry orgasms and kept moaning. She laughed and threw me on to the bed.I kept lying face down on the bed, recuperating from the hard orgasm. I could feel the damp cum spot in the thong as my asshole was still convulsing from it all. And I kept hearing some rustling in the back, but I was too tired to.