Montgomery had survived the war in much better shape than Atlanta. Although Montgomery was under Union military rule, everyone we met was still unapol...gizingly Confederate. Thankfully, the new JC was still as good a forager as he had been during the war so we left Montgomery with enough supplies to last us a couple of weeks. In amongst the supplies was a leather bound folio of sheet music that JC had snapped up for a silver dollar. That book and my fiddle provided us with many a night of. What I liked about her was the way she answered my questions, casually, and unpretentiously."Phyllis is from Redding," Claire informed us."Ah, we're from neighboring towns. I took my fireman's training at Redding." My dad's dating some woman from Perryville," she said, topping me in her casual way.Claire called me for a verdict, saying that Gary was acceptable to Phyllis, and wanted to know if Gary was willing to attend the meeting with her. I still hadn't told Gary the reason for the meeting. Profound no? Not even close, but its probablythe last semi-cogent metaphor this floating dirtball will see until thenext intelligent species evolves a billion years from now.The post apocalyptic nightmare isn't something you can prepare for. Ohfuck that makes no sense. What I mean is that when it was all normal,boringly normal, I wanted it to all go away and leave me alone. Now it'sgone and been swept away forever, and, well I think you know how thesaying goes. My stomach rumbles. My supplies. I went harder and harder. With each thrust she pushed back just as hard, with both of us moaning. I’m sure her parents must have heard us! Neither of us cared though. I started to feel my cum boiling up in my nuts. I wasn’t sure where to cum, should I pull out and cum on her back? Maybe she would spin around and deep throat me again? As I was considering where to cum, Amy spoke to me in a soft, but firm voice. “Cum inside me” “What” I said as I wasn’t quite sure that I heard her correctly,“CUM.