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They owe me some money ... maybe we can stay with them." "What's their address?" If you learn where someone lives, you can start to guess as to their culture. "Honey, they don't have an address, and they're not on the road or any highway.." Darlene moved to the living room teen sofa, and I followed. "How far are are your friends from civilization?" This was getting interesting. The closer to the road, the more connected they were to conventional reality. I had visited many communes in my younger days, and each had a personality ranging from boring to batshit crazy. We sat together on the couch. "Fifteen miles, give or take." She leaned into me as we sat together. "We've been buddies a long time. We were friends back in college." "What kind of friends?" If they had been living off the grid for fifteen years, this gang had something going for it "You know, friends who help friends. Anyway, they are heavy duty into the survivalist movement. They might let us stay with them." Any community holding its own for fifteen years might be an answer to our current housing crisis, depending on the depth of the batshit. Too deep would be too weird. "Okay, you got my attention." I gave her a kiss. "Tell me everything you know. Who are these guys?" We talked until there was no more to say. "Stay or go. Your choice,” Darlene said. “Do you want to give them a try, at least for a few weeks?" Living as amateur survivalists, her friends occupied an off-the-grid cabin located somewhere in the Rocky Mountains about two hundred and fifty miles west of Denver. The more I thought about it, the better it sounded. Living off the grid far from civilization was an attractive alternative to living in a cardboard box behind a Safeway Supermarket. Besides, I liked the high country, and I had made several hiking trips into the mountains while stationed small at Lowry Air Force Base prior to shipping out for an all-expense-paid tour of Vietnam. "Hum, I'm in. Let's see if your doggystyle friends will let us stay with them." I watched and listened blonde as she dictated a text message requesting sanctuary for us, and shared her joy when she received an affirmative response a few minutes later. "Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, off the grid we go," I sang. "Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, off Hardcore with clothes we go," she sang as she turned the dwarf song into a stripper-gram for two. More efficient than artful, she had me barefoot from my toes to my chin within a minute. Bare ass and laughing, we sealed the deal by morning with a tits wild session of lovemaking. But I bet he probably knows a good family practice. ‘I don’t know what to do’ “Oh, yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. I am staring into her small eyes, but my mind is somewhere else. And that’s it. I just thought—” Stephanie apologized, withdrawing quickly. There was hardly any love in her tone. He stood at the doggystyle side of the bed and she kneeled on the bed and took his meat into her mouth. “Yes!” I gasped, my bowels clenching, forcing more of the cum up to her hungry tongue. He told her she could work her last hour here, or lose her job, and Laura cried blonde Hardcore but said she would do it, that she didn't want to lose her job. Carl now jammed his bar into the outer seal of the casket and with some effort broke loose the lid. “I can see that this place is different, Nick. When pregnant the lactation is a treat.” “Momo loves Master, too,” she replied. People can rave about the album's sales, or teen maybe complain about the band drawing heavy influences and therefore coming off as unoriginal. John finishes with Anita’s tits tour. Her pleasure came first. One day not long after she moved in, she was tasked with helping me get in and out of the tub.