. Your dick Mr. Richards? Was she all over your dick? Yes Ma'am, she was. I remember her hands were ice cold and even weirder, so was her mouth. She h...d my thing in her mouth. I couldn’t stop her, you know, I tried, but she had me in her mouth and I remember how dry her mouth was. Just like she had said before. And cold. Cold and dry. I’ve had a couple blow jobs in my life, you know, before the S-vampidemic, I mean, and I’d never had a woman’s mouth on my dick ever feel cold and dry like that.. “Alright, alright,” I said shaking them off.I peeled off my top, noting the admiring look Alison gave me.“Now your shorts.”Alison now had the scissors ready.The bulge in my shorts was growing. I peeled them down and off and was standing in the middle of the room, in my underpants, flanked by Alison and Penny, and watched by Barbara.“Alright, alright, I’ll do the washing up,” I said, surrendering.“Yes you will,” said Barbara, “but after we’ve punished you for refusing. We gave you every chance. They might get lucky and find a few useful things in the debris tomorrow, but probably only if their luck suddenly changed for the better. For the moment, their luck looked to be consistently pretty bad.Hours later, when they had discovered all that they could for now in the darkness, Rowan and his men returned to report that they had indeed found a few survivors on the edges of the burning ruins, and they had reports that some groups of other escaping townsfolk had fled before the attack on. Every now and then one of us would kiss the other.“Do we need to talk about this,” Leigh asked.“I don’t. I have no idea about you,” I replied After I finished my day old coffee, Leigh and I squeezed ourselves onto my lock shop bed. We cuddled all night probably because it really wasn’t comfortable.“Are you working today?” I asked.“My platoon is starting a three day break, but before you ask, I have plans every day and night. It’s a little thing called my husband.” she declared.“Where is he.