He had always loved eating pussy, and although she was a stranger they were both in the moment and Richard could tell that her worries about disease e...sentially ruled out her having anything. As he took her clit into his mouth, admiring her landing strip he grabbed her tits and pushed her back. She grabbed onto his cock and stroked it as he voraciously licked her wet cunt. She was loving it. Pushing her clit back and forth along his tongue, pulling his hair, holding onto the wall as she moaned. "How's fuel holding up?" Haven't even used a quarter of the tank." You gonna need some any time soon?" I hope not. It's propane. Not like you can haul it in here in a bucket." No," he said, grinning, "but we use propane at the emergency operations center, and they're gonna have to get us a truck by the end of the week. I can make sure they stop by here." Man, that'd be great. I might even vote for you next election." You might not have to. Another hit like this and there won't be anybody living. John made the first move, asking me if I would like to help make him a little more comfortable. I eagerly complied, and sliding off the couch and onto my knees, I knelt in front of him and started to unbutton his blue jeans. As I slowly unzipped his jeans then worked them down and off of him my cock sprang to attention. I leaned toward him and began to run my tongue all over his cock through his briefs. I watched as his cock grew harder and harder as I teased him through the cloth, his smell. A bit east of Big Bar a winding road leads north, into the rough country. Where Big French Creek Road abruptly turns back on itself a rough trail continues deeper, deeper into the mountains.Eventually the trail stops before a wall of hand-fitted dark stone blocks, five stories tall. It reeks of age and--something else. The glass windows in the openings shout of anachronism. A broad stone arch leads into the gloom from the bright June sunshine. Once inside the air seems cooler. What appears to.