However much it hurt the rebellion, Iris was finding it harder to convince herself that things were going to get better, that the world could recover ...fter being overrun by the creatures that had destroyed so much of her race. This city had been a beautiful place, if what the older people said was true. It had been a place she would have wanted to live and love and grow old in, but no more. She couldn’t exactly remember what it looked like, since the destruction had occurred when she was. It was very spacious, with a big, round rug on the floor and a couch against the far wall. “Shall we go to the bedroom?” She asked.Once in the bedroom I finally got the chance to look at her properly. She was slightly taller than me when standing in her heels. I’d say mid to late 20’s, certainly not into her 30’s and if she was then she looks incredible for it! Shoulder length, slightly red hair, very pretty too. The kind of face you’d double glance at. Slim, but looking healthy with it, with. "I'm a tart." And are you going to ask Jeff to fuck you?" Yes." She looked at him, at his paunch, at his flabby backside and at his thin erection, which he was still stroking. He was nothing to write home about that's for sure. But she knew Carl's assessment of her was spot on. "Fuck me, Jeff." I didn't hear you say, 'please'." It was Jeff. The sheer arrogance of the man! What the hell did he have to be so arrogant about, anyway? The fat fucker! It was, alas, a description that was soon to. S. for around a year he used to say Oh! Fuck words every time. An aged villager was passing thru and suddenly stopped to see us eyes kept starring us as we were in half naked position and murmured in Marathi “kaay mula hayet aaj kaal chi rastya warach zaavtet”. As Ronit was busy licking my choot by dipping his mouth in my ‘V’. The villager also climbed and stood around 30’ away to hide behind the tree to watch our next moves.Then Ronit stood up and made me stand and again laid me near the rock.