My free hand comes back down to stroke and massage my breasts; the hand playing at my clit I keep moving in slow, stroking circles, teasing myself, le...ting the wanting, the need, the desire, mount. I want more. But not yet.Eyes closed, I picture Just in my mind, tall and muscular and blond, smiling that devil's smirk of his, and a groan escapes me as a bolt of pure want races through me, sizzling through my nerves. I saw a video once of an electric current burning patterns into wood, searing. My sister Shelly was leaning over the balustrade; her bridesmaid dress was hiked up and her ass was sticking out. Her white satin panties were d****d around one ankle, they contrasted nicely with the black stockings which encased her long legs. Her legs were spread and the young man she had been kissing in the garden earlier was behind her standing between her spread legs and he was sliding a rather large cock in and out of her cunt.My sister pushed back against him each time he thrusted."Huh!. For the most part, any fetching of food had fallen on Gort and me, and while I’d gathered a few plants during our outings away from the caves, I hadn’t made a concerted effort. Now Unna was pointing out to the two women that they were shirking their roles in our little community. It was something that neither Clara nor Gabby had imagined.The truth was that Clara saw her role as an organizer and a doctor, and that was it. She saw to it that all our excess gear had been put away until the day. ’ Jeff got a quizzical look on his face and sounded almost incredulous at the idea he was about to suggest. ‘You didn’t snoop into Ashley’s phone records, did you? My phone is registered in my first name, William, although I haven’t used it for a while. I assure you though, I haven’t represented our government in any capacity.’ As difficult as it may have been for Jeff to maintain his act, I could barely restrain myself from breaking out laughing. ‘But that William Goldberg, the address… How.