And now after all the dismal years of austerity, oppression and dreary mean-spiritedness Iris had the opportunity to party hard in a way that had been... impossible for almost a decade: the best years of a young girl's life. Iris wasn't so young now. She was well into her thirties and she wondered just how well she could keep the promise she'd made to herself to dance, drink and blow out to the very limits of medical advisability. She was already flagging and it was still less than a day since the. They had hit the ammo.He watched the person on the hill turn and leave. He knew that he wasn’t far from a camp. He heard the sound of an engine starting up and smiled to himself. They still hadn’t gotten fusion powered trucks. The engine sound traveled for miles in the quiet desert. The truck came into view and headed in the direction of the last explosion. He watched it go, not wanting to attack it and give away his own position so close to the camp. Thirty minutes later, he heard a single. "Grab hold honey, you are going to love it up." She wrinkled her nose at the smell and the obvious dirtiness of it. "It's dirty, and it stinks!" Wendy said. "Can't you wash it first?" You are going to take care of that with your lips and tongue, bitch. Now get busy!" She wrapped her little hand around his cock... "Skin it back, bitch and pooch out your lips. Now give it a big kiss. Right on the tip. She gave me a despairing glance with her eyes as she looked at him and kissed it. "Now lick the. Both men continued to fuck as each successive stroke released more cum, until their cocks were coated and it dribbled out of the hole. Both men grew limp and their dicks slipped out of their respective holes, spent and glistening with cum. Jon collapsed in a heap, thoroughly used and felt the cum being pushed out of his hole and running down his legs. He pushed himself up with his last ounce of strength and got to his feet. Despite the pain and rampant nature of his experience, Jon retained his.