Those who could afford to fledthe madness with nary a backward glance. When the year of mourning ended life attempted to return to normal but itwas an...uphill struggle. During that interminably long year of bereavement Lienhad discovered something very important about himself. While he had always had a flare for inflicting pain and misery on others hehad now come to realize that he found inflicting excruciating pain upon comelyyoung ladies terribly exciting. Nothing whetted the good king's. However, the deathly serenity of the post-apocalyptic world was broken, as with a crash that sounded like the breaking of a billion skeletons, the bright light in front of Nelson vanished, revealing a towering tree made of iron, as dark as volcanic obsidian. Barren of even a single leaf, the branches stretched out like sharpened pikes. Like the foes of Vlad the Impaler, a body hung skewered on the tip of every branch, dangling in the burning wind. The size of the tree was truly unmatched, with. She knew I had moved, and where. By this time, in addition to being without a car, Catol had lost her job. With no permanent address and no reliable transportation, she was again fucked - this time by circumstances, not by cock. She told me she was with someone else now (I think this was a jab at me, as I was alone), but couldn't move in with him because he lived with his mother. Carol basically tried to seduce me, and whored herself out to me. In exchange for rides and occasional meals, she. My dick slid along her ass cheek and along the crack of her ass. She giggled some to try to lighten the mood I guess. "I'm sorry mom" I said softly as I was finally all the way in the bag. "Don't be silly. It's my own fault that my sleeping roll got washed away and who cares if we don't have clothes on. You don't have anything I haven't seen before, right?" She was still shivering badly. "I guess you're right." I said. I ran my hand up and down her arm and shoulder trying to warm her up. She.