"I can't see anything!" he said. "What just happened?" Maybe they hit Sacramento, and we're just feeling the shock wave?" Piper guessed. "Please, Bobb...y, if we're about to die, I want to feel you inside me when it happens." She reached her arms around his neck, pulling him back down on top of her. Her warm skin beneath him brought him back to the moment—to what they both wanted more than anything, and the dire fate of the world around them was no longer important to the two. At the door Mr Greaves held my hand saying “Steve is a good student and he speaks highly of you” a comment that made me feel good, “Thank you” I replied as I felt myself squeezing his hand. Mr Greaves left and I headed upstairs to see how Steve was, “Hi Dad” he said as I entered the room, “How are you son? I asked. Steve was lying in bed with the covers at his waist showing off his smooth chest and an attempt at a six pack, I could just see the top of his Calvin Klein boxers. I sat on the edge. She settle onto the saddle and pulled her horse up. The horse slowed his pace at her command. It began prancing about the corral at a comfortable speed.Velvet directed her steed to the stables. Her crotch was wet from the cunt juice that had seeped out of her. She had nearly succumbed to a orgasm.As it was, her hot seething spasm had already afforded her much rapture. She was pleasantly glowing as she led the horse into the barn. It went directly to the stall.Once in the stall she dismounted. He of course deputized me, Jens, Mira, Ira and our two alternate drivers.Jens and Gretchen came up with some great drones to help give us an overview of wherever we would be. They also came up with a secure as hell phone and computer system so we could still communicate with the outside world but remain untracked.None of this was of course in the motorhome since it was only a ruse to keep the fucking terrorists busy. We made sure to rent the most common motorhome on the rental market and made.