Everything was cloaked in a white haze, and he could only see a few feet away. Tom felt even more that he was dreaming, and he hoped it was true. That... was an explanation he could live with. He rolled over, half-expecting to see the familiar surroundings of his bedroom again, but instead he saw Peggy's robe lying on the deck next to him. So much for the dream theory, he sighed.A figure emerged from the fog. That must be who was trying to wake him, Tom realized, but who the hell was it? It. I hold it in my mouth circling your massive shaft with my tongue as I Bob up and down on it. You start to match my moves with your hip thrusts as you slowly start to face fuck me. One hand is on the back of my head as the other pushes my hand away from your shaft so you can shove your cock deeper into my gaging mouth. My throat contracts as my drool coats your cock. I can feel your excitement building and don't want you to cum this way. It's almost as if you read my mind as you pull out and lay. The news reports are all about community after community suffering with the loss of services when the storm front moves in to pound them. Highways are closed ahead of the storm to reduce the number of people being stranded out in the storm while on the roads.At two o’clock in the morning on Wednesday an alarm wakes up Mort. He and Jenny are sleeping in the office to be closer to the controls to manage everything better. He goes to his computer to see what alarm was set off. He checks a few. "Are you okay?"Patrick nodded. His eyes were red."Sad about not seeing the nungungi again?" And the ranch, too." Yes. Many changes. For many people, life goes on placidly, without storms or changes. Our lives, yours, Sarah's, Mum's, mine seem to thrive on change. But it doesn't ever get easy or even painless. But that's what life is."He nodded."Back to the ranch?" Yes." I drove back.It was really nice to turn into the drive, even though I was aware that it would be but a few times more. But it.