Cover your eyes. Don't drink the rainwater. Social media had been equally awash, yet the advice there was more pragmatic: you are about to die a horri...le death, so fuck. Simply fuck. And don't waste words. There won't be time for social niceties or polite pleasantries. Just get your tits out and throw yourself at whomever is nearest. Squeeze a final few moments' pleasure from your fragile flesh before the burning winds turn it to ash. 'Protect and survive!' was the official line. 'Go out with a. She agreed saying that there was no way I could stay off the bike in the middle of the summer for one month.Needless to say I parked the bike and by the 3rd week she was starting to sweat the results. I just smiled and continued to plot my weekend with the soon to be slut.The month passed and she could not believe her luck. She wanted to extent or increase the bet to try to ensure her win but I would have no part of it. I just smiled and said no as I rode away on my bike to put the finishing. " When she said that her hand went down towards her pussy, but stayed on the outside of her shorts. "We both stripped off the rest of our clothes and we were really going at it at this point. I got on my back and he ate me out for a bit and he was pretty good at it. Then it was time. He lined his big cock up with my pussy." When she said this she was really rubbing herself through her shorts, stifling her moans. "I was nervous because he was so big, but he started slow, but when he was fully in. ’ Woody waves his hand. ‘Little closer to home.’ Frown since well the cops thing is pretty darn close to home, though there are other things. ‘Well driving is pretty darn shitty, I mean nobody seems to actually know how. Cell phones plastered to an ear while they are driving. Not to mention people falling asleep while driving so end up dead with others.’ Woody snorts and nods. ‘Yeah no shit, but again little closer to home.’ Toss up my hands. ‘Fucking closer to home, holy fuck man I’m not.