Your eyes dart to the left. Before the bombs, this would have been a pleasant suburb. But five years after the mists had changed that. Massive trees a...nd vines grew across the ground; into houses and into chimneys. You can hear the chitter of carnivorous monkeys above, but you can’t be fucked with them right now. The cat is after you again.You skid left toward a house; ignoring the front door blocked by a thick root and instead slam against the tall fence door.Bang. Nothing. Locked. Shit.You. I say my lips are sealed she smiles move back and took het T-shirt of next her shorts and there she stands in a pink gString i can see her pussy lips i grab it and rip it down she steps out of it i grab her breasts pinching her nipple she moans and move her hand to my wife tits ,i move my hand down to her ass again it feels so jot in my hand i slap her on the cheek she looks at me and smiles ,she ask what was that for was i naughty ,my wife turns and say yes for not getting naked outside. I finally agreed when they understood that they could leave whenever they wanted to. They consider themselves my slaves, but it’s voluntary, and I don’t mistreat them. I try to teach them the things my dad taught me so they can start making their own decisions.”“The Indian woman with you is also the first Indian we’ve met,” he admitted. “She doesn’t seem to be wild or savage,” he commented.“They are no wilder or more savage than white men,” I replied. “One of our neighbors had an Indian woman. A god cannot die. He would come back. It wasn’t her fault. None of her friends would die. They all would be together again, and everything would be the same. Everyone would be the same. It wasn’t her fault. They would be happy again. They loved each other. They always would. It wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t her fault.A cloudless sky and Athea watched out of tear filled eyes the western horizon. The descending sun touched the mountain summit and she blinked as a single ray of.