Thick white goo was also running down her breasts and between them, bouncy droplets of it were hanging off her pointy nipples. Some of it had dribbled...down her belly into her pubic hair where it had stuck just as well as the squirts which had hit her curls.“Hi,” she said, tossing her sperm-glued locks over her shoulders. She was looking up at me with big doe-eyes as her nimble fingers started opening my belt and zipper. There was a mirror behind her, in case I wanted to admire the nice shape of. She forced some branches apart and we squeezed through. Beyond, there was a small moss covered clearing. At the far end there was a muddy area and a stream. The whole clearing was speckled with shade. Julia threw herself down on the moss and I lay down beside her."Did I shock you then?" she laughed. "I'm not normally like that you know. But I love you, so it seemed natural. Like masturbation!" she laughed again as I went wide-eyed at this admission. "Yep. I masturbate about four times a week,. And I'll have you know I've meant it every time I've said it to you." Ok, so it's corny. It was something special between her and me, something that no one else would understand, and it comforted her to realize I meant those words each and every time I spoke them to her. I intended to say them a lot over the next sixty or seventy years. (Okay, so I'm optimistic, shoot me!)She smiled at me, pulled me down and kissed me. As she kissed me, time stopped. (Funny how that happens when Beth kisses me,. The more I thought about it, the more I decided that lack of medical assistance and lack of survival knowledge had resulted in many areas losing all their inhabitants. We would never really know. I told Wendy that we should have gone three to five years ago. She reminded me that the community would perhaps not have survived at that time if an expedition had left to explore.We made our slow way down through Kentucky toward Lexington. It was beautiful country. According to our map, it was about.