”Although he had only seen Charlene’s head, waiting here did look like more fun than being home alone with no power. “Well, if it won’t be any...trouble,” he replied.Blake insisted that it was just fine and led the way to the cabin’s sitting area. “This here is Dave Waddell,” Blake said to Tommy and Charlene, “He’s staying at the place just up the road and his power’s gone out. These two,” he said to Dave, “are my buds, Tommy and Charlene. I’m guessing you can figure out which is which.”Tommy was. Your back feels warm under my hands, your muscles firm and toned. Slowly you begin to gyrate up and down on me, my hands slipping down your back, clutching your buttocks which I feel clench and unclench with each stroke you make while astride my cock. Your eyes never leave mine as we grin at each other, you riding me with a gradual increase in speed and intensity. I grip your arse cheeks, digging my nails in, stretching them and your arse hole apart with my efforts. I lift you up and down on. Um, you have a beautiful…” “A beautiful what Mr Archer… sir?” She looked smiling straight at him, her eyes huge, her head tilted. “A beautiful er…bum” said Michael, caught completely Juliette smiled and half turned, “Do you mean this?” she said, pointing her arse at him. “Would you like to touch it? You can if you want. I won’t tell you know…” and with that she bent over his desk further, “It could really do with being touched actually.” Michael’s hand had reached out before his brain could. "That night, lying in bed in the back bedroom -- the big one that I still kept for my own use -- there was a knock on the door. "Are you awake?" Bridgett asked."Yeah. Come in."She opened the door. She had on the terrycloth robe, and was the picture of modesty. She looked good. Maybe she was older than my mother, but she looked awfully good."I was wondering," she said."Yeah?" About us: About us living together, like this... The last people on earth, maybe." I found you pretty fast," I said..