Relaxing on the couch in the informal living room, Ed considered his schedule for the next few days. His thoughts were disturbed when John went to the...mini-refrigerator to refill his iced tea. Watching John for a minute, he noticed the small mannerisms that suggested John was bothered by something. There was that little edge to his behavior that showed he was trying to hide it. Curious, Ed asked, “What’s the matter?”John frowned and answered, “I don’t like that Beth went to Los Angeles for that. At least, they were happy to be safe inside our walls and not exposed to certain death out in the open range.Sister Hannah and Sister Rose set up a soup kitchen of sorts.It was something I had seen in many places for many different reasons. For some reason, the mutual contribution of ingredients and the commonality of purpose made it all seem that much tastier to the palate. There were no doubt the womenfolk and the young ones were scared because they had seen the dead bodies as well, but now. I didn’t say anything but I was thinking “Haven’t any of you felt real pain before?”. It hurt. I would prefer not to do it again on general principles. I was concerned with actual structural damage I may have suffered. The pain on the scale I use was maybe a 4 or 5 out of 20. It will get your attention and as long as it’s brief so what. Now, if it was a continuous pain we would move that puppy right on up to an 8. But it was a brief flash, so who cares as long as all I get from it is a bruise. ” Brad and Dan looked wide-eyed to the other at her comment.“Are you sure, Abby?” Karen asked.“As I said to you before, I may not be as innocent as I look.”“Then you won’t mind if I finger your pussy?” Karen hoped.“No, after all, Mr. Hayward already has,” she smiled, spreading her legs for her.“You have such a lovely looking pussy. Dan, doesn’t Abby have such a beautiful pussy?”“She certainly does!” He admired Karen’s fingers entering her.Abby looked at Dan’s cock, now soft and hesitantly.