Looking down directly into her face, he could see small rivulets run slowly down the corners of her mouth on either side, dribbling like tears down th... sides of her cheeks. God, he would like to shoot his hot stream down that soft palpitating throat and see the movements as she gulped it into her. Maybe later, after he'd fucked her.He reached one hand down and slid it up slowly over her rounded snow-white belly, over the large globular magnificence of her tits. With the thumb and forefinger of. Suddenly he just move back. I was blushing bright as a tomato and dazed, so he thought I was getting a fever. But I just denied and continue to strum the guitar strings. The next half and hour, he dragged a chair an seated beside me. He started to rest his hand on my inner thighs, and another hand just right under my breast to guide my hand movements. I felt my pussy getting damped under there, but each time he wanted to guide me into playing that particular note, his fingers might brush over. Earth was now a wasteland, nothing but dirt. Little amounts of food were left worldwide. Cannibalism had spread, Militas had formed, one, in general, one had spread its name around, making itself the most feared militia left.Colton "Forest" Black (me),a 16 year old, before the apocalypse, had been a black belt in every known fighting style, and trained to shoot every type of gun. He is what you would call your typical 'Emo'. Forest, the name he went by, had long, jet black hair with white. Being rich isn't a sin, but it's what you do with it now that may determine if you are going down the wrong path or not."I looked and listened to him while he talked. I didn't know how to respond. I took a couple of puffs from my cigar considering what he was saying. "Brian, have you met Ashlee's daughter?" No, not yet." Did you know that she wants to be a racecar driver?" Yup, I thought I heard that through the family grapevine."I set my cigar on the ashtray and leaned forward. "It was my.