The cause had been human error.The great die-off had been a long series of human errors, of fear and blind opportunism complicated by the predictable ...isasters of the day. Theoretical ideologies had been translated into absurd laws and policies in some nations, while fundamentalism took control of military hardware in other places. There were no surprises, just lots of dead bodies from unchecked diseases, militias and armies run amuck, destroyed crops and ruined land. Crop zones shifted. Cities. Lucy frowned because her parents were out - her mother and step-father - and so was Daniel. They were all out. Lucy was alone and at the mercy of her father, and the thought made her flutter.She sat passively as Albert's eyes finished unbuttoning her blouse. He was her father - her real father - but he always enjoyed unbuttoning her blouse. He pulled it off and stared lasciviously at Lucy's chest, and then down at her legs; his eyes distant, wayward and yet awake. He peered unapologetically at. “Tell me,” she demanded.“His cock… he cleans his cock.” She knew I was hot and the story was turning me on.Her finger touched the gusset of my panties, then she traced a line up and over my mound producing electric shocks straight through my pussy. I gasped inwardly. I was so horny.“Well you are a naughty girl… shall we go and see him? Let him watch as we fuck my husband?”I looked at her husband, then back to her.“Are you serious?... Oh God… yes, yes please.” I said excitedly.Her husband drove. He kept an eye out for people, dogs, or cameras. If there were hidden cameras he couldn’t avoid them, but his father had once told him that cameras were usually visible, in order to discourage intruders. But so far, he had seen nothing to fear.There they were: a trash bin, a recycle bin, and something marked “COMPOST.” He went for the trash first; maybe there would be meat or bread or something to supplement their diet of fruit. He was disappointed in what he found: one moldy orange and nothing.