There wasn’t anything on my camera able to generate a message like this. No apps, no internet…no way. But more than the impossibility of it, the q...estion itself stuck out to me.Wouldn’t anyone, if they were in my shoes?Still, I selected “no.” Whatever strange force—and yes, I already believed something supernatural was at play—had infected my camera and posed me a question with such an obvious answer had wasted its time. Sure, I wanted change. Wanted it more than anything. That’s why I was. Carter, her hair messy, a sweat sheen over her nubile body, looked down at me with a lusty smile. That was so great, Robert, but I know youll have more for me, right? alluding to the quick recovery I demonstrated while wanking to her video. Her pussy muscles were firmly pulsing around my still hard member. I was still catching my breath when&hellip, &hellip,the door off the kitchen opened. Chapter III Mrs. Carter didnt move off of me. In fact, she actually held my arms so that I couldnt get. All the way we saw the ruins of the abandoned cities.Being raised by the monks had an advantage: I attended their monasticschool, the only institution of this kind still functioning in our world.I knew, from attending the history classes, about the old glorious daysof mankind, when those cities were full of people and the road was fullof automobiles, mythic machines able to travel enormous distances inshort times. All this collapsed about 200 years ago, by a combination ofeconomic crisis,. My boobs were heaving up and down, I was smearing his and mine juices and dipped my fingers in my pussy. I let him suck my fingers and I sucked my fingers to drive myself to another orgasm. He laid his hands on my boobs and hugged me. We slowly drifted into a sleep. We were really tired that night after such an intense couple of rounds.I didnt know when I fell asleep, the only thing I was thinking was his smile , his face when he was in ecstasy when I was blowing him, his energy when he fucked.