He finally came to himself and buried Bob on a little knoll above the dock. He put up a cross with Bob's name on it, but there was nothing else he cou...d do for his friend.Billy found that he was hungry after all of the excitement and strain of the last 16 hours, so he ate some pemmican and drank some water. Then, more because it was an ingrained habit than for any other reason, he searched the bodies of the dead raiders for anything of value. Billy collected guns, knives, and money before. I put three fingers inside my pussy as my other hand massaged my inner thighs. My pussy began to tingle and I moaned. I rubbed my clit and slowly inserted two fingers deeper inside me. I teased my pussy and continued to massage my inner thigh. My hand moved to my ass and I squeezed my ass. "Oh, Tyler!" I shouted with excitement and I rubbed my clit faster and faster. I felt like jumping up as I moaned in pleasure. I cummed all over my bed.I checked the messages on my phone to see who the caller. . maybe that's a vote for truth. I swear to you, if you ask me, I'll tell you, but you'd be nuts to ask." I don't think I understand." Understand this. Both of us are standing here in the shower, rubbing our breasts and looking at the other. We've both been doing that for about five minutes. You have hard nipples; I have hard nipples. You really don't want a Carnival girl, Amy." Sometimes, Kennedy, our bodies tell us things that we don't want to hear. Like maybe there's a time to hold tight to. Thirty minutes later, Misty grew tired of staring at the ceiling. The bed moved minutely. Rolling toward the disturbance, Misty bumped into Bill. He drew a finger down her leg from her knee to her ankle. "Pray tell, my little minx, what's wrong?"Misty snuggled into his hip. Her face aimed at the headboard. That way she could avoid eye contact. "I'm useless." Misty latched onto Bill's waist. His hand stroked her back. Turning into him, Misty started to weep. Though Bill never moved, the bed.