As she moved between my legs I manoeuvred her over my body so that I too had access to her, in the classic sixty-nine position. Initially my concentra...ion was good. I tongued and sucked her wonderful meaty aromatic moist pussy; enjoyed spearing my tongue into the clasping clutch of her vagina; gently chewed her fat swollen love lips; nibbled on her long protruding clitoris. Liz’s efforts on my own cunt began to interrupt my concentration. Pleasure seared through my nerve endings. I tried to. The towns spiritual and financial leader, Angus MacDuff, had died shortly after the storm. His only son had died in the Middle East and his sorrow left him with no interest in the town. All thought he had died from grief. His five daughters fell into a period of sadness and apathy concerned only for each other and their children. The oldest was Martha, sharp witted mother of three daughters. She was a science teacher but at the start of the stories she had been coerced into being the acting. Everyone always told me to be careful. I was 17, I didnt need to be looked after like a baby, but I guess being small for my age made it seem that way. At 5 feet tall, and 110 pounds the chances of me being able to fight someone off were slim to none. I said good-bye to Mark again, as I walked out the door. As I walked out the double doors of the entrance to the mall I felt the cold air hit me. Fuck I thought. I fucking hate winter. I pulled up my hood and ran to my car. An old 82 firebird.. People were clearing the way as she ploughed towards me. The look on her face helped push people clear of her path and warned me that all was not right with the world."Natasha," I said calmly when she arrived."Is it true?" she demanded."Is what true?" I replied confused."Is it true that Johnny Rogers beat you up this morning?" she asked."I wouldn't describe it as a beating," I replied. "More of a warning to stay away." Stay away from whom?" she demanded."You."Her eyes went wide then her lip.