The store looked the same. Gradually, I started to truly realize that most people had died. I thought about how quiet it was in the store and outside....There were no cars and no voices. I took enough food this time to last a week. My wife planned most of the shopping though I usually went with her. I had a pretty good idea about what to get. When I returned home, I washed a load of clothes sorting through them as she had taught me. It was rough when I came to hers or my son's. I folded and put. A week later her boss had bought her a house and moved in with her. That, till now, is the worst week of my life. I thought I was going to die, I’d known her for four years, I’d not considered being with anyone else whiles I was with her, I was in love. The next year was even worst. I was still living with my parents at age 23 and they fed me. My parents never complained, I ran errands, chores, and did all I could to help them. They told me they wish I stay with them forever and they’re going. But trying to replace my Molly just wasn't going to happen. We married before AIDS and all the new STD's arose, so I was freaked out to try a sexual experience with girls of unknown history. Yes, now I always wore a condom to fuck. But my favorite technique is to eat her pussy until she has a screaming orgasm and I was worried that I'd get some horrible tongue infection or cancer.Even though I was well off money wise, I needed to keep working to avoid depression and lethargy. So I continued my. I gazed intently on her pubic triangle covered with soft neatly trimmed hair. Although I could see nothing more of her pussy, there was a certain smell that I found terribly arousing. I can’t explain it other than to say it was a musky type of fragrance. I placed my hands on her ass which was like two white milky balloons and kissed upon her pussy. My tongue explored there for a while and she produced big moans. Then I took a blade and cut the string of her skirt. That wet cloth fell down.