I rang for Mrs Johnson. No, she had no idea, in fact she said, she didn't even know there was a safe. Strange.But she would bring us some tea. Not str...nge, just English.HL started to prowl about the room, whilst I sat looking at it. The room was largely panelled, with built in bookcases, I had already spotted some books that I knew to be worth a considerable sum. The fireplace on the chimney breast was somewhat off centre and the panelling slightly odd. There was a considerable amount of. We would check readings daily and report them by radio.It was interesting to think about it that, even though we traveled away from Preservation, we remained in contact through the radios. There was a constant sense of community that a cell phone just couldn't accomplish without working hard to put together some kind of conference call. Momma said that hams before the Day had that sense of community with friendships being among people who had never seen and who might never see the other in. More men bought me drinks here, there and everywhere. I lost track of my friend, and I basically lost track of myself. I spread my legs to let guys play with my piercings more than once, I do remember that. I remember showing one guy how I could make my beer bottle disappear inside of my cunt. Just making a total slut of myself all about the bar. I went to go find my friend. I knew that I had too much to drink and that I needed to get things under control. 2 major orgasms followed as she found the feeling out of this world.Next, he started to slowly pump in and out, she told him not to be afraid, push all the way in. He then said “well, I was nude with a girl a couple of months back and we did nothing, put our clothes back on as she was terrified of my 10-inch penis, thought it was way too big”. Wife smiled, said “that’s the difference of being with a girl and an experienced 55-year-old woman. I’m NOT afraid, in fact, I welcome your 10-inch thick.