Arriving home, all hell broke loose again, and every one was crying.We were not a church going family, so a funeral company was called in and arrangem...nts were made. The city council's social department was in the picture, because there were about 100 funerals to take place on the same day and someone had to make sure they don't all climb over each other.Well, the funeral was over. I was surprised to see how many friends my parents had had, and how many of mine and Linda's friends came to be. “The prisoners are all saying the same thing - the troops sent to check known bunkers and bases corroborate that - tens of thousands died in the deep bunkers that they thought would survive a nuclear blast. Seismic bombs did their job and collapsed the ground and rocks on top of them,” he said.“It would be nice if we had solid evidence. We can get that after the war ends with investigative teams,” I said“That is all I wanted; I’ll go make the calls,” General Ingram said as he closed the line.I. Alan rolled over as Angie wiped the cream from her hands on the corner of the towel, smiling at the sight of his swollen cock pointing almost directly to the ceiling. Hastily she began to set about removing her school uniform, first taking off her blouse and then removing her skirt and regulation navy-blue knickers. “Better not get any of that cream on my uniform, my mum would go crazy if I asked her to wash it before tomorrow and I definitely wouldn’t want to explain how I ended up with cold. Then the other breast was squeezed alternatively. In between thumb and forefinger pulled my nipples taut. The hands on my bum were even more expert. They moved synchronously up down and sideways squeezing and parting my ass cheeks expertly. I was getting highly excited sexually. My pussy was wet. Then one more hand crept under my skirt and massaged my crotch. The fingers were on my clit and pussy with the back of the palm on my ass and the hand squeezed and let go while rubbing my clit. Slowly.