. Okay, but why not just use a gun? Why a machete?”“It was actually my wife’s machete. She got it from her mom, you know. Family heirloom. Figur...d she would like that if…” He breathed deep before sinking onto the bed, the picture in hand. “I know that isn’t what she would’ve wanted from me. But, I couldn’t just let it lie. No one is going to remember her name. Or why she died. To the rest of the people, she didn’t matter. But, she mattered to me.”“What was her name?”“Ramona. Her name was. 22 rifle, 250 rounds of ammo, first aid kit, and my summer survival kit. Luckily the mall would have most of what we would need to finish our journey. We used the cover of darkness to make our way across the tattered interstate. We kept low and used anything we could to hide ourselves. Closest to the road was the outdoor store, so that’s were we started. I gave my pack to Stephanie, since she was the smallest of the three of us. Then I needed to fit one to Amber, who was just a little thick one. He was thrusting into her violently and obviously filling her with his cum.I turned off the movie and stood up. Jane got up turned around and leaned back. She floated just like the girl in the movie. I waited for her to get her head up on a towel before moving into place. When I did though she relaxed, smiled at me, and closed her eyes.We had been in the hot water for about twenty minutes so she was wet enough already. I couldn’t stick it in her without one last taste of her virgin pussy. I. Mind you there was no reason we should have, for she was in property and land law, and they tended to keep themselves to themselves. In any case she terrified me. ‘Colette?’ I asked needlessly, my knees knocking. I hoped she could not hear them. She smiled, perhaps she could? ‘Zena tells me you play bridge,’ she said with that ‘come to bed’ voice, and then waited. Then I remembered I’d talked about it with Zena on one of our commuting journeys. Zena would invite me into her flat for tea (the.