I began rubbing the precum I was dripping down my shaft.She lifted her hips clear of the bed and began pumping two fingers in and out of her cunt... ...I began furiously jacking off.We masturbated together, for minutes that seemed like hours. I tried to radiate my lust across the intervening space to her, hoping to drive her lust higher as well, without her really knowing why. I tried to gauge how close she was, and match her pace.Soon her hand and hips froze with her fingers plunged deep,. I swapped clips, and we moved out.We found two men lying in pools of blood where the shots had come from. There may have been some more wounded men in the fleeing bunch, but we couldn't tell. It didn't really make much difference, since any man who could run that hard was still in good enough condition to fight, even if he had to have a friend load his weapon for him. These men had pistols as well as rifles, so we were still in considerable danger.We came to a branch in the tunnel about 20. No backbone. No fibre." He held his hand out. "Colonel Snell," he said, "My friends call me 'basher'. You can too." Unusual nickname, 'basher'. Cricket? Bit of a batsman were you? Army days? " I said."No," said Snell. "Before that. School days. Some of my friends seemed to think I had an inordinate fondness for the masturbatory arts. Quite right of course. It's kept me fit for the past sixty years. Can't complain can I?"I was regretting asking. I was keen to change the subject. "Mr Clegg said. Would I steer you wrong?” Lavelle spoke with a mix of humor and empathy for the forgotten people of a Balkanized America.“Yeah, it’s rough out there, even in parts of New England and New York, even before the Fireball. I’ve seen things for sure,” Bethany added with unpleasant recollection.“So have I,” Nicole shivered.“Yes, that damn ex of yours!” Bill groaned at the memory of James Cavendish.“Yes, well, I’m much happier being your second wife than his girlfriend, no doubt of that. And being.