I heard the sirens, but unlike many who assumed it was yet another useless drill, I knew from the radio that it was the real deal. I knew America had ...repared for this. I had recently received a letter telling me that I had a place reserved at one of the many underground Vaults. I didn't have a wife or children, no one to desperately search for first. I was close to the Vault when this was all going down. I went straight there.I was lucky, I know. A lot of other people weren't.I ran up to the. "I went into the kitchen again and poured Helen a glass of wine. I couldhear her enthusiastically greeting my mother and, shortly thereafter, abrief burst of laughter from both women. I carried the glass back on atray and served it to Helen. She and mommy were both sitting on the sofatalking together. Then I collected Helen's bag and took it to the bedroomwhere I unpacked it, throwing most of the dirty clothes into the hamper.When I had finished I took Helen's slippers to her, kneeled on the. The rest of the guys were telling him to fuck her arse hard.Her face went from showing slight discomfort to extreme pleasure within a few seconds as he started to fuck her arse with short, sharp thrusts, in and out."Oh, fuck my arse good," my wife repeated over and over, as he finally picked up the pace.With her wrists tied to her ankles, Wendy could only stay there on all fours as the guy went to town in her butt. He raised himself on to his feet and leaned over my wife, his hands gripping the. ‘When we get back I have to take some time to find a place to crash. My friend left me a note that I’ve used his couch long enough.’ I could see she was thinking about something. Thirty seconds later she blushed and said, ‘I have an idea, and don’t laugh at me. When we get a big project we will usually be in crash mode—just like the project we finished. We’ll sleep when we’re exhausted. ‘What do you think about getting a two-bedroom apartment with a large living room? We could use the living.