"Mark shook his head. "I'm sorry, Wanda. I just feel so guilty, taking credit for someone else's work." He ran his hand through his hair and looked up...at her. "I've never told anyone this story." What story?" I almost got mugged by a guy with a knife in a laundromat when I, we, were undergrads at Cal Tech. There was a girl, woman, who bashed his head into a sink and then used his own knife to cut his throat." Oh, Christ." Yeah. She didn't leave any evidence behind - no DNA, no fingerprints, not. ” she said as she grabbed the money envelope and slowly walked to a back room, looking over her shoulder as Ken followed her to a back supply room.Once there, Melissa locked the door and threw the envelope into a safe. Then turned her attention to Ken. “So, these made you hard, huh?”, she said, taking off her apron and undoing her shirt and bra, letting loose her big brown nipples sitting atop a pair of perfect tits. Ken simply nodded, not believing his luck tonight. He slid off his sweat pants. She was also intrigued by Judy's theories of the ecological consequences of the post-collapse environment.All in all it was a lonely life. Even though the three friends joked about being on sabbatical, they each longed for that day when they would hear a fourth voice. Then that day came.It started out as a day like any other. It was a Monday. The scavenging team for that particular Monday was Judy and Karen. Jan was doing her wash in the machine they had brought to the back of the library from. " "Then come over here," she said. "There's something I always wanted to do, and this is just the right time for it. Because your father's prick is so big, and because he was always kind of standoffish about any sort of deviation, I never even tried it with him. But now I'd like you to put it up me from the back, lover. You have a nice, slim cock that should fit all right." She climbed up on the bed and put the upper part of her body flat against the sheet, mashing her tits down. Her lustrous.