Jan was doing her wash in the machine they had brought to the back of the library from one of the dorms. She had the walkie-talkie radio they used to ...ommunicate sitting on top of the basket of dirty laundry. They had found the walkie-talkies in the security room of the library. It was a simple job to move the charger downstairs and to charge the radios after each day's scavenging.The first thing she heard was Karen exclaim, "Jan, listen to this."The next thing she heard was the loud roar of. I agreed and around 30 minutes later I knocked at Chris's house.Whilst Chris put together a lunch of salad and sandwiches I sat at the kitchen table and made small talk about leaving school and starting college later that summer. All the time I could scarcely keep my eyes off of Chris's wonderful figure. From the creamy white skin of her shoulders to the way her full tits were barely contained by her small red bikini top to her slim yet shapely legs.We sat down and ate together. As we talked. “I only live with my dad,” Alyssa said. “They just got divorced. And he’s out shopping for furniture. “I don’t have anything to do.”I excused myself, telling Alyssa I needed to take care of some things inside. I thanked my young helper and sent her home, thinking she had no idea what I was actually thanking her for. Ten minutes later, I was in the shower, trying to wash off the dirtiness of the encounter with my new young neighbor. As hot water blasted against me, I thought about how wrong it. I felt accepted, loved, desired. I kissed her and she returned my kiss passionately. There was clapping from the audience, and cheers.I reached for her tits and started rubbing them, while I slowly slid down her body. She was warm and sweaty, and smelled nicely of lotion, sweat and her own body. I finally arrived between her legs where I was greeted by short, black, neatly trimmed pubic hair. White was not her natural colour after all. Beneath, her labia shimmered wet.She had a rather large,.