The house where Eric lived with his mother was a two-story, purchased nineteen years before, during much happier times, when Roger and Elizabeth Rowle... were young parents of a two-year old girl and Eric was a two month fetus in his mother's belly. That had been during the beginning of the dot-com boom, when everyone was getting rich and mortgage companies were practically giving home loans away. These days, the house was a bit ramshackle, its paint peeling in many places, tiles missing from the. To compound those problems, environmental changes were displacing populations, forcing disparate groups together who had nothing in common and who were competing for the same limited resources and land. Entire societies and ecosystems collapsed, what land remained was ravaged by wars and famines. More than two thirds of the human population died off.”He started on another piece of turkey, washing it down with a cup of red liquid before continuing.“Some people call it the third world war, but it. “It looks worse than it is.” I picked up a towel, dried my hair and dabbed at the few not-hurting patches of skin. “Don’t play me for an idiot,” she hissed back, “I’ve seen enough welts in the last two years to know what hurts and what doesn’t. This is going to hurt like hell, and you’ll have a hard time sleeping for the next few days.” There was no arguing that, so I simply shrugged. “Whatever. It won’t last forever.” “Who did this?” Her voice was quieter now. I stepped closer to her and put. I am a regular visitor of iss and I have read almost all the stories posted here. Now I myself reached a time based on many encounters I went across all these days from my teenage so that I can share it here in regular intervals. The readers over here can contact me on my email id if you like to get in touch with me for any reasons.Now coming to the incident which happened several months ago, this is not my first sex encounter but a memorable one which I always think about. As I mentioned.