.. yeah... slide your dick in your little sister's pussy... oh yeah... fuck me... fuck... me..."Those filthy words."...fuck me, big brother... Oh Ross... I love it... I love you!" She turned her torso, and ran her hand along his chest, to emphasize her words."I love you too, Monica," he moaned back to her.She smiled in her passion, then turned back to face the mirror. "Oh Ross, do it... do me... yeah, baby, do me."Monica was panting deeply and licking her lips as they were repeatedly dried from. The southernmost areas of the globe suffered by far the least of the fallout, and for decades they were the only regions habitable. The place that eventually became Bandar Arenas had one of the lowest radiation levels in the world outside of Antarctica, and it was a magnet for humanity.It's difficult to imagine how small the city was at the beginning. The Book of Bel'dar suggests its population was only about 100,000 before the war, 2% of the present size of five million. By current law, both. After losing a number of their members during preaching trips, the leaders of the movement developed a means of basically sedating the people they preached to. Using a combination of highly reflective jewelry and some powerful incantations they were basically able to hypnotize the people when they preached. This was the facet of this religion that most fascinated Lester. Since he discovered many similarities to the old time revivals he witnessed growing up in the south, Lester often returned to. Only a tiny moan passed through the socks gagging her. Sonia was right. She had to do better. She felt so inadequate, that she directed her rage and disappointment against herself rather than her friend. It was her fault for being bad at even this simple a task. No wonder Sonia didn’t trust her to make her own decisions. If she couldn’t even nuzzle feet right, what chances did she have of doing the right thing about something more complicated? She needed her friend’s guidance, and Sonia was.