Afraid of the Urners, but even more afraid of a spring that would come and they would eat limp winter grass and tree bark. They would cook old sheep s...ins and leather belts to have at least something like a soup. Where some old people, and small children and their mothers, exhausted from childbirth would die of hunger, and where the young and strong would wait helplessly for the first fruit to grow, and the first green to sprout. Not vegetables, but just any sort of green they would devour. For. I rolled over and played with her hair and she stirred long enough to slide a hand into my shorts and grab my ass. I moved closer to her but, too confused, I simply put my arm around her and went to sleep. From that point, many nights were spent in each other's arms. Less clothing was worn each time. Both virgins at the time, we decided to try it out with each other. We took turns fingering and going down on each other, me sucking her clit and Sarah licking deep inside me. This went on for a. ." No, I don't," I declared and then grinned, "but if you want to do it again you can, you know, any time you like."It was her turn to blink and I was ready when she took a swing at me, "Oh you..."I smiled and wrapped my arms back around her, "Enough of that," I said. "I've got something I want to talk to you about." About us?" she said pulling back."Yes and no," I said keeping hold of her hand. "It's more about something I did and I feel that you need to know about it."Her eyes were wide as I. ??? ....McPeevies cock, was her next thought....thicker than her wrist...pulling his cock onto her face...grabbing his huge arse and pulling it onto her face...the phone...the woman's voice...."suck that cock" "no kissing". "fuck you for a month"....."no swimmers in ya cunt" ......She just sat there, in her old car....snippets of orders and instructions going through her mind....over and over again...pictures in her mind of photographs....photographs of her smiling face, as she held her pussy.