Her fingers massaged more quickly. Then she flicked her fingers lightly over her clit. She bucked. Yes! Yes! Ohhhh, fuck, yes! Her breathing became f...ster and faster. Her feet lifted off the bed and the handle dug deep. Ohhh, it was good! Just then a movement caught her eye. Startled, she turned. Her jaw fell open. She stared, shocked. It was her father! John Kelley stood there for a moment, absorbing the shocking scene. There was his daughter on the bed, totally naked, her nipples puckered. All in all it was a lonely life. Even though the three friends joked about being on sabbatical, they each longed for that day when they would hear a fourth voice. Then that day came.It started out as a day like any other. It was a Monday. The scavenging team for that particular Monday was Judy and Karen. Jan was doing her wash in the machine they had brought to the back of the library from one of the dorms. She had the walkie-talkie radio they used to communicate sitting on top of the basket of. There's another place we need to stop after we hit Oklahoma, too. There's a little place we're going stop and buy some picante. They make some of the best you can find. They grow their own veggies, and grind them up, and make it to sell. Best you'll EVER taste."Mile after mile slipped by under their wheels. After almost 4 hours, they pulled to the side, and Mel got under the wheel. 4 hours later, they stopped for gas, and Bob took the controls. Melody fiddled with the GPS, and a section of map. It seemed to pour out of me. The bed was soaked and Traci woke from the intense heat my body was radiating. I could never recall the dream except something bad happened. Traci had gotten out of bed to go to the bathroom. I watched her chubby backside walk away and thought how I liked the way it looked. Traci called from the bathroom and asked me to change the sheets. I jumped out and ripped the covers off. It was almost 3am when we put the bed back together. I had washed up in the bathroom.