" Turning around, the corset maker walked over to a dresser andpulled out something that Pansy couldn't quite make out.Walking towards Pansy, she took...her two hands, that were joined togetherin front of her and slowly pulled them apart to present an adorable pairof pink and white carousel burlesque ruffle-butt panties."OMG!" They were just perfect, and she needed to wear them, NOW."Aren't these the most adorable pair of panties that you have ever seenin your sissified life?"Pansy nodded. They. This was the normal course of life for him.Most people had thought that after the death from the die offs had finished there would be plenty of things for the survivors to live on. Unfortunately they had forgotten about the tendency of men without hope to destroy things. Men, not many but enough, had reacted to facing death by indulging in an orgy of destruction, as if by destroying the cities and towns they would remain alive. Fire was the favorite means and many people, who would have. She ignored my attempts to continue playing with her clit and grasped my swollen hardon and began to lick around its head, then ran her tongue down the underside all the way to my balls. She kissed my gonads, then took each one gently into her mouth and massaged them with her tongue. I closed my eyes and let her make all my nerve endings tingle!Then she began to work her way up my body, kissing my penis, my abdomen, my nipples - and then hoisted herself onto my now-aching shaft. Slowly she. I wasn’t really sure why. Vern’s mood seemed to control the room. Vern looked up at me. “Do you want my powers, Kyle?” I stared at Vern. I felt so conflicted. My mind couldn’t process all this information. I froze up. Suddenly, I felt calm, relaxed even. “Do you want my powers, Kyle?” Vern didn’t say that out loud, but his voice echoed throughout my head. He was in my mind. “Yes.” I thought. Then my world went white. Chapter 3 – Recovery I awoke in my hospital bed, and the first thing I noticed.