The land there had been of little use before the collapse; this had been low grade farm land that required a heavy investment in fertilizer to produce...much. As a result, the war lords had tended to ignore this area as not being worth their attention. The few people who still lived in the area were on a hand-to-mouth existence level and were not considered to be of any help or hindrance to anybody who wanted to rule.This meant that Pensacola was mostly involved in fishing, with few acres under. Brett on the other hand was about 65 tall and built like a linebacker, very athletic and muscular. They had a chance to talk for a couple of minutes and she found that he was funny and very personable. She said she immediately liked him. As she was telling me about her night, she mentioned meeting Brett, and I could see a twinkle in her eyes. I could tell she thought he was hot and teased her about it. She laughed it off but eventually admitted that he was hot. In bed that night I planted the. She eased him down onto his back, straddling him fully along her length. He knew fully what she plans to do, and that she is keeping his fear and terror in check; trying only to him and not torment. Through their bond, each move she made along his body, her pelvis moving so teasingly on his manhood, her chest on his as she exhaled and inhaled; scents of mountain flowers, lilacs and cinnamon along with the damp of her hair, was exchanged in return with what she experienced.A unique totality of. ” Bobo looked at her.“What skills?”“Nothing too horrifying.” She smiled.“You can’t leave it at that. Please tell me.”“Maybe later...” She downed her drink. “So where will I be staying?”Bobo took her up to one of the three rooms over the bar. He opened the door and she walked in. It was a cozy little room with a twin bed and a lamp in one corner, and a dresser and a desk at another. Bobo watched her test out the bed with a few bounces.“I like this. This is nice. Better than my room when I was a.