Sticking mommy’ s panties in my mouth I started sucking the juice from the crotch that had been so close to her womanly pussy. I started humpin... my fingers faster and faster as the remnants of moms juices mixed with the spit in my mouth. God it felt damn fucking delicious as I swallowed down the mixture. My body experiences a sexual arousing high. I let mommies panties fall from my lips; calling out her name I could hear my self saying. Mommy, mommy I cum for you mommy. My pussy. Hope and pride, devastated by the war, swelled in their hearts.Mentioned more casually in the rumors, the women had children already, daughters sometimes, but always sons who had survived or were too young to have been recruited. I suspected women who bore girls were not as news worthy. As the number of stories increased, doubtlessly many added out of sheer religious enthusiasm, my fear changed. I prayed that a son lie in my womb.Our Reverend Hannity, dismissed the stories as wishful thinking.. And the half foot of snow. Then he put two and two together. "What?!?!?" He screamed.Lace about jumped out of her skin. She made a show of putting a hand over her heart. "By the Gods, what's wrong Michael?"Michael shot questions at her like bullets. "What city am I in? What state am I in? And what the fuck day is it?!" He screamed. He was REAL close to panic.And Lace and Renae could see that. "You should really work on your language, Michael." Renae joked, trying to lighten the mood.Michael. "Place your index finger on the panel." he instructed her.Sherri complied, and when she did, a light flashed red, and then green. She saw Robert turn the key back the other way, and told her to put it back. This time the light came on green as she did. He nodded and turned the key halfway, then removed it. Apparently the key operated the switch which had three positions. It was program, test, and then operation."Now the scanner is programmed to your finger as well. Since you failed to follow my.