“When we were handed our little-child portions of food, the person in charge would tell us to thank the state for all it was doing for us. Those wer... just words without meaning to us. We didn’t even know what a state was, much less why we were supposed to thank it. In time, I began to realize that the state was some kind of amorphous thing that controlled every aspect of our life. It was a god who failed to grant us freewill.“We slept in long rooms filled with fifty beds that closely resembled. In the meantime go to the spare room and get something to fill your holes."Filling the holes was a temporary fix. The girls were not exageratting. Too long without cock, and the virus would slowly destroy them. They would die. So providing them with dildoes, vibrators, butt plugs, anything that could penetrate and spread them, fill them up with the sense of being filled with cock, would act as a panacea, until they were able to actually fuck. The spare room was filled with a varying array. I may be her son, but it's difficult not to notice her full breasts, narrow waist, and flaring hips. Her legs are long, sculpted by hours doing laps in the pool and biking around the hills near our house. Mom likes to keep in shape; she went on a total fitness kick after dad left and she's kept to the regimen religiously ever since.I've inherited my mother's coloring: blond hair, blue eyes, tan easily. I'm about average for my age, maybe even a little thin. A touch of myopia ensures I have to. It lifted my tits, of course, what there is of them, anyway, and left me totally vulnerable.Dave didn't mess around. He went right for my crotch, and his hot palm cupped my naked pussy, making me go right up on my toes, I tell you! His hand was kind of rough against my very sensitive skin. And then he cupped my breast with his other hand, and all I could do was stand there, with everyone watching, while he felt me up, pinching my tittie and rubbing my cunny.Well, of course I was turned on! And.