Her ability to bawl had been refreshed.“I’m sorry!” she blubbered, thinking about both the squirrel and her glasses. Her mother’s scream seeme...d to go on and on, until it was chopped off as if with a machete. She saw the image of a man she assumed was Bobby, come into the room.“What the hell?” came his voice.She had no idea that her face was a mask of dried blood and dirt. Had she been lying on the ground, not moving, anybody would have assumed she was dead. Her shirt was soaked with blood as. He pushes it back in and I close my eyes. He goes deeper than ever and just holds it against my throat. I can't breath. I try to push him off again but he just holds me tighter.I start to panick, but then he releases me. Pulls his dick out of my mouth and I take a deep breath and open my eyes. His cock is in front of my face and he cums. He shoots on my chin and lips and then pulls his dick down and the rest of it go to my shirt and the floor. I have tears in my eyes, spit on my face and his. He’d spent the day underground, protected by the gentle earth from the ravages of the cruel sun (not that he really needed it – when he was by himself, he traveled by day or by night as it suited him since he remained magically unaffected by the lethal radiation).He remembered that it had been early in the evening. He was the last man climbing out of the dirt tunnel. His mind was filled with images of that dead world north of the Confederacy, of all those magnificent, ruined buildings and. That's when I realized how excited she was too when my thumb glided over her slick pussy. I'd never felt her so wet so quickly before, and it just made it all the better. Knowing that she was into it and totally willing to see and help this happen really let me relax and all my inhibitions started to leave my mind.She touched the lubed finger to my anus and I took a quick breath from the cold sensation. With a smile she started to circle the hole, sliding around it ever so gently. She took her.