And I am coming, a torrent running down his wrist, sighs and exclamations escaping my lips. I grab for his belt and pull urgently, he rubs up higher ...ow, circling where it is pert and delicate. I pull open his fly and my hand works its way around him. In my mouth I feel him pulse and he is thrusting. On his knees he is leaned back with me above him. I wrap my arms around him and support his weight as he arches into my mouth. ‘I want you,” I say. And the words fall on deaf ears. He is running. Ariel's pov"Shh, sweetheart, shh mommy here" I said as I calmed down my son, as I ran with him to the neighborhood bomb shelter, I knew it won't do much to protect us from the nuclear devastation, but as a mother I had the responsibility to give my sons lass moments some semblance of hope, even if it's nothing but a lie. That was my plan until Ace Jensen yelled at us to stop, he was a man in his late sixties nothing more than meat and bones, his hair was deep crimson with a little gray there. There was Marsha, a short brown-skinned girl, probably Hispanic or Middle Eastern; it was hard to tell. She was a voluptuous girl, all hips and breasts and curves. Her face was round like the rest of her body, round cheeks, round eyes and full lips. She had long dark brown hair flowing loosely around her shoulders. Marsha was wearing a red scoop-necked shirt that was stretched by her large boobs; he couldn't tell if she wore a bra on those tits. Her black skirt came halfway down her dark. It was coming up to 6 o’clock and I had travelled miles, stopping occasionally to take in the beautiful scenery on route, but now was time to head for home. Daylight was starting to fade when things began to go wrong- my engine began to misfire and splutter as I drove- and I was in the middle of nowhere. Pressing on I spotted a house in the distance; its windows were lit up from within and were easy to see from the road. I decided to stop at it and hopefully the owners would let me use their.