I felt immediately gift wrapped in other people’s absentia, intensified by the floral bed covers and drawn curtains which were obviously present and...not illustrated onto the windows as might be misinterpreted by my alliteration. We spoke idly about this and that before he offered me some tea. We sat there on the side of his bed taking tokes and pretending to be interested in conversation. I’m not sure how it started but, by degrees, I was gradually undressed and the cindering. I guess in the middle ages, it was thought that fleas came from old rags, spontaneously springing into existence. I know a baby pigeon is called a squib, but I have never seen one, perhaps they are a mythological creature like bigfoot and unicorns. I have strange random thoughts at times. I guess I am trying to say, that the lifestyles of the brain dead are a mystery to me.I expect at some point they will all die, they are just to stupid to live. I hope that event happens before the expiration. " He smiled at me, and watched as I rolled onto my back. "Come here," I quietly commanded, and held my arms out towards him.Mark took the cue, and brought himself up to kneeling beside me. I took Mark's hand and put it to his cock, directing him to the lace top of my stockings. "Mmm," I moaned, watching him stroke his dick on me."God! Your legs are so beautiful, Baby," Mark groaned."I want to see them on your beautiful shoulders," I replied.Needing no further encouragement, Mark immediately. I stopped about twenty feet from the fire. I looked at Maria and said, "Do you think I should try honking?"She looked around. I could hear the caution in her voice. She said, "I think so. The fire looks like they meant to signal. It's a risk but I think it's worth it."I honked a couple of double taps and then gave some long ones. We waited just sitting in the car quietly. A few minutes later, a couple came down the street toward us waving in a friendly manner. Maria waved back. She looked at.