Some he had met or seen before but most were strangers. Carl was sure each had a function related to the crisis, but that made him feel out of place. ...Carl did not have a function. He just wanted to find Page and get the hell out of the San Francisco.It was not going to be that simple. He was not sure where Page was located. He knew she had gone to Madame Carronade before ... Time had become simply "before and after" the bomb.Someone was loudly explaining what was happening to the guests from. It had rained that day, he recalled now. Grey, miserable weather that had reminded him of November, but the trees had leaves and there were flowers in the gardens of the houses that they passed. He hadn’t looked out of the window much though and he had also hardly opened his book. No, what happened, he had walked through the aisle, looking for an empty seat and when he had found one he had got busy with his coat and bag that he had stowed above his head. It was only then that he had noticed the. He played with my pubic hair for some time. Then he grabbed my organs and i shot cum in his hand. He rubbed the cum on my balls and the area between the balls and the anus. He then turned me around and hugged my butt. Even though i was clothed, he buried his face between my ass cheeks and kissed and bit it. He even breathed heavily when his nose was there as if he was sniffing it. I didn't know what to do, and was standing still. After stroking me for some more time, he freed me and asked me to. “Box ... case? of C-Rations, MRE’s, mattress, drop cloth, willow lazy-back chairs, three buffalo robes, only three, grass whip and dry firewood ... cherry from the dead tree in the garden,” Smells so good I thought, “And the roll of artificial lawn with the pole notches.” So, it’s not authentic ... smoothes out stray rocks.I knew I’d be adding to the needed list after the shoot.“Whoops ... forgot. Fly rod, reel, flies extra line.” The fly rod has it’s own side rack. “Knife and hawk. Girl ....