The half-charred ruins of a house peaked out from vegetation while a faded sign read, “Welcome to Canyonville, Oregon.” More ruins spread out befo...re us. The Christians had cleansed this town, too.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sarah GlassnerCanyonville was in ruins.“I'm gonna...Queen...rule...love me...” mumbled Queenie as she swayed on the saddle. Only the ropes tied about her waist and legs kept her on the pack mule. She wilted like a flower in a summer drought.We trudged through the ruins. " I eagerly reply and pull away just ever so slightly so that I may get my tongue out and onto him.I hold the tip of my wet slippy tongue flat against the front of his shaft, just below the opening on his helmet, and really slowly lick upwards. I lick right against the slit of his helmet, pushing my tongue hard against it as I hold his big hard stiff cock still in my hand."Mmmm yeah..." He quietly groaned as he leaned back into his chair. His eyes closing to enjoy the sensation.I lick his cock. Raat ko papa ghar aaye to sab ne dinner kiya aur apne apne room me chale gaye mummy meri room me aagayi aur maria papa ke room me chali gayi mummy aayi aur mera lower utar diya aur chusne lagi aur mujhe niche bister pe dhakel diya aur mere lund ko chut me set karke ander ghusa liya aur ghode ki tarha riding karne lagi aur boli plz sam fuck me ab bardasht nahi hota I have been waiting for fuck till morning plz beta fuck mai bhi apni gaand utha utha kar chodne laga mummy bhi chutad hila kar. We flipped on the lights and tossed our book-bags on the study table, settling into some uncomfortable plastic and metal desk-chairs, presumably designed by the Marquis de Sade.Jon, usually upbeat and polite, merely looked at me with a distracted expression that said: 'So?' I knew we weren't up for this, but we were here, so I pulled out the history syllabus from my bag, and tossed it on the table in front of him. Jon rolled his eyes and looked out the window into the night. I had never seen.