The one which maintains logistics of vital importance.Trucks, full of food, scurrying cross-country. Freight trains chugging along on rails. Boats... ... don't know what boats do, but I bet they're important, too! Anyway, all smashed, broken, trampled, and whatever verb is used when you shoot something with a laser.Those underpaid, underweight, yet, somehow, overworked factory workers? Dead. Not due to the apocalypse - believe it or not - they died a little before hand. Could have been a plague. “Alright little one, this is CJ,” he gestures to the one on the left, “and this is Jackson,” he gestures to the man on the right. “You know what to do…” I can feel his breath brushing past my ear as he lets his voice trail off. Of the two men standing in front of me, I find CJ more sexually appealing than Jackson, although Jackson is super sexy too. CJ has dark hair and ice blue eyes with a nice sized dick… maybe seven inches with some girth. Jackson has dirty strawberry blond hair and hazel. Over the next few years she loosened up a little. Besides missionary she decided that being on top was also acceptable. And she loved me touching and caressing her clit while she straddled me. A few times she experienced multiple orgasms doing this. Of course more exotic positions were off limits and oral and anal were not even to be discussed. So while it wasn’t the sex life I had always imagined, we made love at least twice a week and I couldn’t complain that she wasn’t. She was just so beautiful. Kissing her once more on the lips, I allowed my hand to slip inside her bra, feeling its exquisitely designed contents and deliberately passing my fingers across her nipple. Her eyes opened wide, but she made no attempt to restrict my exploration – even when I slipped my hand inside the other cup, gently manipulating that delicate bud between my thumb and forefinger.That she was small, even by teenage standards, was nothing but an added attraction for me. Maintaining.