He smiles and as he looks at me, he puts his hand in the crotch less part of my panties, where he finds my clit. “You know this is mine right Jana.�...� I nod, knowing better not to speak unless he asks me to. “And since this is my pretty red lace pussy, my hand is the only one allowed here. Right?” I nod again as I’m getting wetter. He puts two fingers in now that I’m nice and wet. When he hits my G-spot, my knees buckle and I hold on to him. When I do that, he goes faster and deeper and rubs. Maybe we’ve learned some things to go along with our better bodies and more acute minds, but that’s probably wishful thinking from an old man.Speaking of bodies and minds, whatever happened to us survivors has made us, well, improved, I suppose you could say. Our descendants also share those traits, which has been a huge reason we’re as far along today. I’m not a doctor, but I do know that people rarely get sick, and I’ve even seen two people bitten by rattlesnakes just get something like a. Carl, Latonya and Dorthy would meet us at a gas station on the edge of town since they had to do the military thing and do a routine check in.That left me on guard duty for the ladies; like they needed a babysitter; most of them were more dangerous with their firearms than I was! But we never took any chances after learning our lessons the hard way.We were surprised to see a second truck pulling a trailer with a small helicopter on it. A third woman was driving followed by the truck with Carl,. I gave her a knowing look, and she just reached a hand out and shoved me off balance, adding, "About ME. I'm not jealous of you banging the blonde; I'm just curious what everyone is saying about ME!"I laughed and then pointed over to the right. We'd nearly arrived at the lake, and I gestured us over to a set of picnic tables that stood back a little ways from the beach. We went over to them, climbing up and parking our butts on the table top, resting our feet on the bench below. Sipping my.