‘We should stop at the next large petrol station we are running out of gas, and I am hungry’ Emma insisted so I was told to keep my eye out for th...e next station stop, my cock started too stir as I was horny but like always I kept quiet, soon enough a sign for a petrol station came past us and I was relieved as I was also getting hungry and wanted to stretch my legs.As we pulled into the station our conversation was limited to what food to buy and how cold it was, so Emma insisted while she put. What should I do? Shellie was starting to take off her clothes and was looking at me. She sat on a foot stool. I knew that Roger wouldnt be able to get Sharon off and if I could I could have her ass. But I went to Shellie and got between her legs. As I started to work her clit she had her hands on my head and pulled me in. I heard her say Michael, come over here and Ill suck your cock. It didnt take him long to shed his clothes and present his cock to Shellie. I guess she was rewarding him for. He found a few lingerers packing their meager belongings, but they offered scant information.“There’s some disaster up north,” they said. “Everyone abandoned campus hours ago. The highways are clogged, the trains are shut down and the airports are all closed.”“Why’s everyone so desperate to leave?”“We don’t know, but there are reports of millions of deaths and rioting in the streets.”“Where? St. Louis?”“No, Chicago!”“Wait, people fled Southern Illinois because of protests in Chicago? That. I started dialling, and then stopped. I hovered outside a pub, the light from inside glowing warm. The wind whipped my hair back. I looked down at the number again. I wasn’t wearing a jacket and the dress I’d worn to the party was short and sleeveless, the sequinned hem ending well above my knees.I called him. It seemed to ring forever but when he answered, his voice felt like the most precious thing in the world.“Hi,” I said.“Taylor? Hey. What’s up?”“Uh…” Maybe it’d been a mistake. I fought.