The world had gone mad, and even getting home was a real problem. Fuel ran out within a week of the news breaking, so to start with, Jane cycled from ...he small flat that she shared with her boyfriend, Dave, to the office, That soon became too dangerous, with packs of looters roaming the streets, and a couple of cyclists would be easy prey.Jane had nearly been ambushed one evening, but her fitness had just given her enough speed to outpace them. She had been an athlete, and this showed in her. I had tossed it in there after sleeping in my truck last night and it was unrolled. I pulled it over us.I unbuckled my pants, rose up from the seat and lowered them and my shorts to my knees. My cock popped up and slapped her on the nose. Surprised, she giggled and playfully gave it a swat.I edged the seat back to a partially reclining position.She wrapped her hand around my cock and licked my knob like an ice cream cone, around and around.Her hand moved up and down as she licked. Wrapping her. She feels the fourth finger gently touch the outside of her pussy and I feel her tense before trying to relax her pussy, I shove the fourth one in and before she can make a sound I follow it with my thumb so my fist fills her. She gasps and I twist her nipple this time not letting go. I hold it pinching between my fingers as I start to fist her tight slit. She moans and groans and I feel her juices start to flow, her orgasm is coming, it shudders through her body and I immediately pull my fist. . soon.”I was surprised Eloise had used fishing terminology and it must have shown on my face for she smiled. “I lived on the banks of the river Loire for many years. Fishing was my passion.” She lowered her voice to a husky, sensual, contralto that brought John Thomas to full attention. “Now my passion is you, Elijah Greenaway. It will only be a matter of time before you come crawling into my welcoming bed and salope, or madge as you English know it.”I covered my consternation at the path her.