( At that time neither of us knew how much enjoyment we would both get from bringing both men and women into our sex lives, with no jealousy on either...side; that all being in the future.) We discussed various women friends; one of whom was a clear leader to us both. Her name was Angela; a divorcee who lived around the corner from us; who we’d known for about three years or so, having met down the local pub we all frequented at the time. The three of us got on really well, to the extent that in. He then noticed a small figure begin to immerge on it. His heart started to pound as she came back, looking for more supplies. Arthur began to mumble to himself as she came closer to the ruins and more importantly, his camp. He watched as she walked to the ruined convenient store. He knew this would be his only chance to talk to her so in an instant he started running down the hill towards her. The images of them together began to re-enter his imagination making him more determined. In an. What he gazed at amazed him, on the table was bacon, eggs, sausage, hash browns, and pancakes all cooked perfectly. Kara walked out the kitchen into the dining room with her black hair tied in a ponytail and wore all black jeans, slim black jacket over a black blouse, and black and white sneakers, she was a stereotype goth girl! ‘How did you make all this,’ he asked, ‘I mean you don’t strike me the type to cook.’ ‘Well, I spent lots of times cooking dinner for my mom because she worked a lot. He wanted her again! This would not be a one nighter!She was resting her hands on his chest as she rode him. He was squeezing her tits now like he was milking them as they hung down over his body! He moaned as he felt the fullness and softness of them! He loved breasts and the way they felt in your hand as you ran your fingers all over them. As his fingers and the palm of his hands cupped them, he sighed. Yes, he loved breasts!And he loved what she was doing with his cock all the way up inside.