We live in the light and hope for the dawn, knowing that another day above ground is better then one below. If you are reading this now, we were eithe... victorious or slaughtered, but no matter the outcome, this record will remain a testament to our fight. I have entrusted a dear friend to write this story and it is my hope that it will survive. Be well, reader. Be hopeful. Be proud. Karoleah Annalucia Gregory, Princess Royale ************************************************* Gerald glanced up. "I spent the rest of the afternoon playing with Jack. I left when I heard Jack's mother start supper, knowing that my mother would kill me if I got home late two days in a row.I had almost forgot my bag with the ticket roll in it as I was leaving.Jack noticed the bag. "You still playing with them things?"I tightened my grip on the bag. "I was trying to think who they might belong to," I explained. "Maybe I'll see somebody looking in that field for these tickets and there might be a reward."Jack. Your mouth opens, your hips starting to move a little as your hand picks up speed, stoking, clenching your cock. The drop of pre-cum drips down, settling in your pubic hair. I can’t stand it any longer. Cautiously, so not to wake you, I lean my mouth close to the head of your cock. Licking the tip slightly, gauging your reaction. None, good. You continue to stroke. Little moans escape your lips, hips moving a bit more frantically. I reach over and trace my finger. Allie caught her breath, smoothing over Toby's hair. "Holy Hell." Toby got to his feet, his thick cock larger than ever, holding Allie's face between his hands. He watched her closely as he kissed her deeply, forcing her own taste into her mouth. Allie wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking as she licked her mess from his face, his hands on either side of her, palm flat against the wall. "Bed," Toby said firmly. Pushing himself off the wall, growling as he took Allie's wrists in his hands,.