“Is everyone settled in?” she asked as she withdrew a folder of papers from her tote-bag and passed the copies around the table. “Next up is Mister Wolf’s six-month performance and evaluation report. Our bylaws require I provide the council with a homemade performance and evaluation report for any new member. Today is Mister Wolf’s six-month anniversary, and this is my report as required by Article Seven of our charter.” The first page of her report replaced the displayed agenda. “What the hell?” the quartermaster gasped as she read the last page. “Terminate and reassign?” “Oh, that?” Sheila smiled. “I’ll explain. Ever since we established our base, we’ve been in the planning for something which will end of the world as we know it. Now that the shit has hit the proverbial fan, the time for preparation has ended. Ready or not, we are now operational.” Sheila paused as she looked around the room before turning her attention to me. The drumbeat of my heart sounded like thunder in my ears as beads of sweat trickled down my back. I licked my dry lips and wiped my forehead with my hand as I returned her gaze with a tentative smile and dried my hands on girl my quivering knees. Now what? “We’ve been blinded by the light of a new day. We know nothing about what this event has done to the world beyond these walls. Until we re-establish communications with them,” the commander waved toward the lands beyond our cabin, “we can only assume. But this much we do know. Our unprotected devices and microchips took fatal beatings. We lost one hundred percent of our chip-based electronics. If what happened to us is representative of the damage from the solar storm, and there’s no reason to think otherwise, technology has been booted back to the days before the First World War. The grid has been obliterated.” Her next words were lost as the lights of the conference hall flared and died, and our meeting was plunged into darkness. “Oh shit! Not again,” I moaned as the shimmering glow outside the exit doors grew and intensified. “Why does this shit keep happening to me?” I grumbled under my breath. Despite the growing knot of terror in my masturbate gut, I burst out laughing at the self-centered absurdity of my complaint. The me at the moment was the entirety of mankind. Again, nothing personal. Shit happens, carry on. My sun was doing what stars must do if they are to comply with the laws of physics. I understood well the eleven-year min-max sunspot cycle. I also knew we hadn’t been around long enough to experience all the other cycles rippling through handjob time. Nature had just pounded the last nail into our technological coffin with a sledgehammer. If the first SkyFire event had reduced high-tech to rubble, this second event was orgasm making the rubble bounce. “Oh, my God, we are so screwed,” I laughed to myself, loud enough for Sheila to hear. “What’s so funny?” Sheila said in a voice resonating with alarm and curiosity, probably wondering if I had gone off the rails. “Nothing.” I paused as I patted my pockets for my Bic. “I was having a ‘Why Me’ moment.” I flicked my lighter and looked at her in the bubble amateurs of light. “Mother Nature is a blind lady. About 15 minutes later the pace of the orgasm vibrations increased and I handjob still couldn’t see Jon. Chapter Four. “Mmmm.” Hayley groaned loudly, as Harry’s warm cum splashed across her face, homemade and masturbate into her open mouth. Sienna got on her knees right away, pulled my pants down and started to worship my quickly rising member while Kiran approached me from behind, kissed my ass and started to play with my balls. “Hmm, sometimes but not intentionally, I think. The initial penetration of her vagina caused the woman to moan and open her mouth, which that wet finger plugged. “Well, this certainly has to amateurs do with you,” Matt told me as the distance between us waned. It took a while, but I slowly drifted off to sleep. I pulled my girl face away, and it looked like I had just gone swimming. She noticed his eyes following them as she walked.