Diesel engines are capable of running on almost anything that burns, and some are pretty efficient using alcohol as a fuel. I don't know that we'll be...able to keep flying, but our cars and boats, tractors and trucks should remain useful for as long as we can keep them running." The fuel that is left wont last forever, but while its still good, there should be plenty of it for the few people who are left." Mr. Harwell commented."We still don't know how people will die, or how those who are to be. I'm dying to find out if your fire burns as hot as your imagination and as your words convey." And then, his mouth was on hers, gently, questioningly. Her hands came up to cup his head softly, and her lips parted to grant him entry into her sweet mouth. He could still taste the strawberries there, and a muffled groan escaped his lips. He said "Just an appetizer, I don't want to rush this, I want to savor you like you did those berries. Your lips working on them was making me imagine them. The specter was intensifying the sexual desire in her with every touch that it made and it was almost like it was feeding her sexual energy. Kate felt the last button came undone and the blouse being pushed open. Her red lacy bra was visible and she could almost feel her heart pounding through her chest. When the ghostly hands touched her flesh and that was all that she could focus on. Where ever the hands went an incredible sense of pleasure follow and it teased her midriff with seductive. I had heard stories about what happened at an all boys boarding school and was curious for him to elaborate. He was a bit reluctant to go into detail but I promised him that if he was truthful with me that I would not tell anybody. He told me that wanking, sucking and bumming were common practices and he had been involved in all three. I said that I admired his honesty and continued kissing. By this time my panties were soaking and I needed some rod urgently. Peter duly obliged and he really.