I had picked up the trade language while on the coast, and I hoped these people would understand it. “We need your help to clear the square and the...streets of the dead and wounded. You will have the opportunity to find your loved ones and treat your wounded. All that we ask is—”“The hell with that!” A redheaded warrioress with striking features stood in the middle of the floor. “We wouldn’t have to do that shit if you bastards hadn’t murdered everybody! Nobody’s going to help you. "Oh my gosh" he giggled... "I would so love to"... Without even thinking, I said 'lets go upstairs. I need to shower.' Every girl I had ever gone down on had always insisted on having showered recently, especially if analingus was potentially going to be involved. I now understood why. To be completely liberated, I had to KNOW that I was clean. He watched me shower, and wash myself thoroughly. Afterwards, I dried, and leaned against the well lit bathroom counter and spread my legs. 'Do you. Finally I had a positive answer from her. After dinner I made her sit on my lap. Since I was in my shorts, her thighs were rubbing against mine. I started to massage her thighs, which were so soft and silky that my hands were moving like a hot knife on butter. My hands moved inner, till they reached her panties. I was rubbing her pussy, and kissing her on her neck at the same time. When I tried to insert a finger inside her panties, she moved them. I thought maybe she needs more warming up. So. "We will see you around?" Of course," I nodded as they walked away. My son smiled at me as he walked away with them. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~One morning on my boss given staycation I went out to get the mail. "New neighbor," I said, looking at the large SUV parked in Frederick's old driveway."Hi," a lady said, bounding up to me from the other direction."Hi," I replied, slightly caught off guard by the lady with the ginger hair, jogging in the spot in front of me."You must be my neighbor," she said..