I go for the girls, partly because usually they are less trouble - or there is less risk of trouble. And... well I know I am not going to rape anyone,...not even just give them grief. So each girl I pick up is one journey a girl does not have to make sitting next to some stranger, some man that I do not anything about.Still, it is difficult to pick the right one. It's the clothes the kids wear these days. Just look at that one. Could be a pro on the pull, a fourteen year old on the bunk from the. I sucked on her tits, first one and then the other, while she continued riding my hard cock. The harder I sucked, the harder she rode me. I was bucking my hips up hard now, trying to get as far in my sister as I possibly could. I kept thinking, this is my little sister Cassie. Two days ago, this would have been a vision in my mind as I masturbated; now it's my new reality, and I couldn't believe it. I was fucking my little sister, Cassie; or rather, she was fucking me, because I was entirely. Then we would make love in the water, reminding us of the first time we had done it back home. We were lucky, the weather was fine, although, somewhat too hot.Everyday John would ask me when the result of our breeding would show, when I would give birth to our child. He was so cute, so wonderful, serving me like I would be in my last week.At night, John and I would tip-toe out of the cottage down to the beach. There we would make love for hours without risking getting caught by Tim.In the. Something about her spirit really called to me and I felt a sense of peacefulness with her that I had never experienced with another woman. Then I wondered how long it would be before we took Kari's suggestion seriously and all ended up in the same bed every night.After I finished my morning constitutional, I thought again about the three amazing new women in my life. Just how lucky could one man be? If you had to watch the world come crashing down, and live through the end of civilization,.