"When I fuck my wife," he told me,"I'm thinking of you. It makes me come." I began bicycling to the Y without the family and hanging out in the locke... room. I moved around so as not to appear suspicious. I went into the gymn and watched the men work out. Sometimes I make eye contact with one and we'd rendevous into a toilet stall. The handicap stall was the prefered location because of its spacious accomodations. I loved sucking a big cock while fondling a heafty pair of balls. It was like. We hadn't moved up it far when the hair on the back of my neck started to itch."Paul, I think it's time to get out of this ravine. The sides are close enough for you to jump out, aren't they?" Yeah, what's wrong? Neck itching again?" He had seen my 'trouble' bump pay off too many times to say more."Yeah."We jumped to the left hand bank and moved again. We had gone less than a hundred meters when the ravine blew up. It had been mined and they had been set off by missile fire. Someone had seen us. The only concern we had was a large group of men coming into the restaurant. Dad would have to use his judgment as to what constituted a large group.In our plan, Pat and I would open the meeting with a short statement and let people chime in. We didn't have a specific agenda other than getting to know the survivors in the area. Power was gone but there were plenty of windows. Tom and Linda were two of the first ones there. Dad asked them to watch the road for drive-by shooters. There was no. I could sense your fingers, dancing right below where my panties were, not quite touching me. I began to lift my hips back, trying to press myself against your hand, but you used the hand around my neck to place a sharp slap against my face. “Do not move” you said, sternly. I moved my hips back to where they were before, my eyes looking to the ground. Your hand slid back around my throat and you replaced the pressure of your fingers around it. Your hand felt cool against the heat of my neck,.