He ran his hands over my shoulders and collarbone then ran the palms over my aching tits smearing them in lotion. They sprang back up with the nipples... hard when he moved down to my stomach. “Take the top right off.”I leaned forward to undo the tie behind my back and chucked the top on the grass. Rob smoothed his hand round the globes of my tits with his thumbs strumming my nipples until my tits were coated and slippery. He leaned forward and kissed me hard. I kissed him back stroking his tongue. They had canned food, bottled clean water, candles, blankets and even a gun, though it was illegal and well hidden. Through hard work and planning, they were better off than most in their building, but as a proletariat family, proles, they were permanent members of the underclass in this highly stratified society and didn't have the option of moving somewhere safer. So, the prudent family had a plan for everything.Almost everything.Katy had come home from school on the armored bus, just like. She opened her eyes that were still a bit unfocused and said, "I really want you to fuck me now, but I can’t. But let me do something with that obviously hard cock of yours. Help me up.” So I helped her out of the car and she lead me to the side between the cars. I had on a running suit with an elastic band and draw sting and without any hesitation she pulled the knotted string untying it. Her hand went in and grasped me. Just that feeling was sublime. She took the other hand and pulled. Having moved to America when I was small, they still greatly distrusted the city and its people. It was of greatest importance to them that the people I hung out with were “respectable,” and that I had met them in a “respectable” way. Talking to strangers, for example, was not a respectable way to meet people, and my parents held deep disdain for any friends I did not meet at school or some paid activity. And I had most certainly not met John at school. • • • On Thursday evening I was walking.