My mind went somewhere far out into space as her lips slid over my cock, her hand stroking what her mouth didn't take in. I was pushing her face down ...ver my dick when it struck me. She likes eating pussy? Damn, I may just have something she'd like to do tonight. So far Bunny had only felt my mouth, fingers and cock. Maybe she'd like to find the pleasure another woman could provide. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts Sky couldn't seem to get me to cum. After a long time of sucking and stroking. Florence served Wendy and Alicia their breakfasts downstairs and brought me mine in bed; then the three of them left for Albert's house in the car. There they would find Fran, who had let herself in at seven o'clock so she could take delivery of the new mattress I had ordered. The four of them then set to the first task of the day, which was to get Albert's disgusting bedroom into usable condition with the cleaning materials Wendy had bought the previous evening. The bed itself, a solid metal. Then as Stephen stared at her back, he saw her body convulse from the waist.The sinister vibrator was still inside her and the battery had not yet gone flat. However it had not caused the screams of pain that Stephen had expected and experienced the night before. This was slightly unexpected, so Stephen walked up to the sexy damsel, he ran his finger up her bum cheek, then along the line of her hip. He was then stood facing her, her head still hung in the same position, her face obscured from. He said, "You will speak for now. Tell us your name and your story."She looked very scared. Ted looked grim. He just didn't have a sunny, smiling visage at any time. It didn't mean he wasn't a kind, compassionate guy. It just didn't appear that way from his face and voice. She finally gave a mental shake that was a bit visible and began to speak. "I am Michelle Richton. My parents and brother survived the Day and I was thirteen years old. We lived in Denver. Dad kept us inside during the worst.