So the first thing she had planned was mini golf. All the locals knew if you go early in the day its not as crowded as all the "tourists" come out at ...ight. So apparently her idea was to see how much she could torture me throughout the day. We had no one infront of or behind us for like 4 holes so she was definitely enjoying herself. Whether it be wiggling her little ass as she was about to hit the ball or bending over oh so provocatively as to just tease what she was wearing underneath. I by. That was where I stopped to make my new home. It was a small town of about 70,000 and it was just what I wanted. I wandered around until I found a small suburb that seemed just right. It had a couple of strip malls and some individual stores that were perfect for what I wanted. I found an empty old wooden building, back off the street, that served as a hiding place for stray dogs and cats and moved in. I scraped a clear space for myself and decided on what I would need. A couple of blankets, a. We all are survivors. We all have lost people. I am Mark Dillard and this is my wife, Pat. We had known each other before the Day but met again after the Day by accident. I'm glad and she tolerates me. That's my dad, Dan Dillard, at the door."If you all aren't a bit nervous, I don't know why not. Since the Day, there have been no gatherings. We have fought off gangs in Dalton and Marietta. In both cases, we were incredibly lucky. One hope of ours for this group is to band together to dissuade. My free hand molested her breasts. I squeezed and pinched her breasts as she unbuttoned her shirt. I pulled her lacy black bra down letting them fall out exposed for my hand to assault.“Not to hurry you, but you can cum in my pussy, don’t worry, I’m fixed.” She turned her head backward to kiss me.I began to pick up the pace as my pelvis slapped into her ass. Her pussy relaxed and expanded to accept every thick inch. Her inner labia clung to my shaft as it glided inward and outward.“Make me cum.