Humanity will survive the apocalypse as long as there’s a schedule. "Alternate routes! Every time you go out, alternate routes." "Watch your 10s a...d 25s," a half-remembered combat instructor yelled inside my head. A snarl worked its way up my lip, memories were not welcome here. There was time. The schedule had to be kept after all. The adrenaline was dying down. I was going into a holding pattern with my body. The seconds were counting down; my breath became smoother. The logical side took. She released her grip, took a deep breath and refocused."David," she said calmly, "I'm just trying to see what has happened, to see if we need to take you to the emergency room or what. And I'm quite baff-- David, it just twitched." I know," David said, trying to breathe deeply and think of sex-repelling things like his grandmother pulling out her false teeth and then vomiting all over him. "I need... I need to calm down. You really can't touch it, mother. Not at all." David, it's leaking at. .Anushka: But what? Just tell me what you mean (with desperation in her voice).Then, suddenly the penny dropped. She looked at her husband with the most unusual expression on her face. She turned to Prem and said,Anushka: You want to see us having it, don’t you?Prem: Yes.. I do, since the time, a few weeks ago when you came home and went straight to shower and changed your clothes. Completely by accident, I found you’re crumpled up, sex juice soaked panties and bra in the laundry basket.“Your. And well if there’s one thing that tips a slut into immediate filthy sex, it is her already over aroused pussy getting a second round of treatment. My so, so sensitive slit needed filling with spunk.I was upping the pressure on his cock and Jarryn suddenly flicked back the split seat I was on and had moved over closer to me and was up to three fingers... stirring my still wet slit to demand what it craved...his cock. Oh youthful bodies in cars. The dexterous cramped realignment of close flesh.