He walked to his son and spoke to him, happy that he was still breathing.“Thanks dad! It would have been a lot worse if I wasn’t wearing a vest,�... he told them.“If you still got hurt wearing a vest, then what is the point of wearing one?” his mother griped.“As he said, it could have been much worse. The shooter probably got lucky and hit a weak point in the vest. Or he was using exotic rounds to do some damage. We don’t know just yet,” Zuzanna soothed, quelling their ruffled feathers.“At least. The all too familiar sound of sex soon permeates the paper thin walls.I look up at Toni, she is a slightly built brunette, looking younger than her thirty years. She looks at me, neither of us great with the chat. Eventually I break the silence.“Sounds like those two are getting along well.”She smiles, “Yeah. No need for small talk there, if you can’t beat ‘em?”She beckons me over to the sofa and we are soon kissing. Her tongue darting into my mouth, whilst her hand is massaging my cock through. The local restaurants have taken to posting signs boasting of how many people have been extracted at their locations. I don't know if this will encourage or discourage people from going there: Has the Confederacy used up their safe times going back to this fishing hole for awhile, or will they try again? Do you want to get extracted, or avoid the situation entirely?Because of the increased rate of extractions, your mother and I are going everywhere together. She's given up her job at the social. His jeans fit snuggly, and I could make out a sizable bulge, I licked my lips hungrily. This was going to be one cowboy, I couldn’t wait to ride hard and put away wet. I stood, straightening my jeans and walked toward him. When he saw me, he smiled; the kind of smile that could melt ice. “I see you made it okay. I was wondering about that since you told me you can get lost going around the corner,” he laughed. “Well in my big town, I do, since I’ve only lived there a short while.” Our eyes met,.