I doubted I could change much. They would be dead sooner or later, with or without my intervention.And then I got a shock. I knew that I had been here...already. I caught sight of myself, reflected in one of the living room windows. I looked like that creepy old guy I had seen at the steakhouse. I had seen myself, all those years ago. And I had felt something, an eerie premonition of events to come, looking at that old haggard face.My decision made, I had no time to loose. I had somewhere to. I lit up a cigarette and smoked two more before I finally fell asleep, still excited, wet and filled with cum. My sister would hate me for it, but she’d eventually learn that he was no good. I had enjoyed the actual sex, but I hadn’t enjoyed hurting her. Of course, it wasn’t the first time I had fucked one of her boyfriends. My sister wasn’t like me and even though she was a couple of years older than me, I had become sexually active way before she had. She and my brothers had known of my. The Pastor has less personality than a dead turtle. Such a shame.”I agreed whole heartedly, but knew Allison was the type who’d just put her head down and make the best of it. As a woman in these times, her life is not entirely her own and she accepted that reality. Not that men have it much better, if at all. Seems everyone out here is in servitude to someone else.It’s common for families to arrange marital unions in these parts. Some argue it’s a mere necessity as suitable spouses can be rare. She snaked one hand down between their bodies and gave him a squeeze, enjoying the gasp it produced. Jake brought his unoccupied hand down, underneath Lena's tiny skirt, and pressed his fingers against the damp fabric of her panties. She gasped and moaned as he slid one long finger around the garment, dragging it along her slick folds. Her hips bucked ever-so-slightly when he found her clit, and he grinned. His thumb joined the finger and he began rubbing slow circles around the sensitive nub,.