There isn’t much here in the desert, just this flat valley of sand, Joshua trees, cactus and tumbleweeds. You can see the distant barren mountains i... every direction. Just southwest is California’s famous Death Valley, and the government used to explode atomic bombs to the east of us. In fact, because of that, everyone around here receives a government stipend. You know, because it’s considered a high risk area for cancer and so forth. Old Bud Parker is the only person I know of actually. The trees were blackened, their trunks split and shattered. As they rode, Pava’s Captain was reeling off a great list of names: dead, wounded, wounded, wounded, dead. Pava clenched his long pale fingers on his reins and gritted his teeth. Pava assisted Arianna to dismount, she tied the reins of her horse to a broken tree. Her face was blank of expression as she moved between the corpses flung among the fallen leaves. The golden and brown leaves were stained with clotting red and black blood. She moaned as she took the whole length and Rick satback on his heels to watch as Rhona began to bounce up and down, takingmore and more of the cock into her. Rick had almost forgotten to breatheas he watched what was unfolding in front of him. His cock was now hardand tenting out his panties when he felt something touch him down there.He looked down in alarm to see the man who he had forgotten, laying onthe floor in front of him taking Rick's cock into his mouth.The feeling as his cock was. Or else jerk off like mad.The goddess had a name which she now shared with her travelling companions."Hi! I'm Candice," she beamed as she shook each person's hand, first the ladies, then the old guy and lastly Billy. " But my friends at college just call me Candy." An open invitation for some witty remark, cute or cutting. But no word came from her seat mates although two snorts passed the lassie ladies' lips and a guttural grunt from the old man whose eyes were busy boring a fifth hole in.