He is 'Michael' Adamson Chauvin III, the last surviving male after a nuclear holocaust." (Apprehensively walking away from the tent, peering into the ...istance, he says)"Michael: Amy, is that you?"'Amy' Evelyn Libber enters behind him dragging a large child's wagon. It's full of canned goods, an old army shirt and a bow and arrow. She is a spirited young woman also in her late 20s. Amy is wearing boots, shorts and an army shirt too big for her, but open in the front enough to reveal decidedly. This is just for you. Cum anytime you feel like it". With that I moved my hand away from the base of his cock so it was just my mouth and tongue that he could feel. I wanted him to concentrate just on the head of his cock.His hips began thrusting up again. I knew he was getting close. "Mom, I'm going to cum. You need to move your head". His voice sounded a bit frantic. How sweet, he was concerned I might not want him to cum in my mouth. I did not say a word. I just kept my head bobbing up and. So that they could identify the pick up people. It might be possible from that to identify what I had.I sent the txt message with the delivery locations forward to the team working surveillance. They should arrange for some kind of response to the pickup. After I sent the message I disabled the phone and removed the battery. They knew not to message me, but I made damn sure that it didn't happen. I didn't want a message coming at the wrong time and getting me killed.The briefcase distribution. " I stay there inside her kissing her, our bodies interlocked, for what seems like forever and finally she starts to buck her hips while moaning. I smile and kiss her; we start pumping, thrusting, and squeezing. Hours losing track of time, making inhuman sounds, screaming, and fucking. We have no idea what time of day it is, or how many times either of us has came. Every position imaginable, we take it, our bodies pressing against each other at all times, my cock inside of her every second.