“I don't want to be sober when zombies rip me into bits and eat my insides.” She took another swig, and managed to keep her face still this time. ...er belly was starting to feel warm, and her head a little fuzzy. She wasn't used to drinking hard liquor. She drank one more time before handing the bottle back to him. The noise from the dead moaning and knocking against the camper was fading into the periphery of her conscience, barely bothering her now.He moved back to the bench, stretching his. ”“There’s only my pants and your thin dress between us now.”“I know and the way I feel right now, even that is entirely too much between us.”Dancing as she asked, I twirled her, to came out of a turn with us on the other side of the open door. I didn’t stop dancing, I kept it up until we were on the grass, between a pickup and a row of hedge.The pickup was a 4X4 and when I eased the tailgate down, it was just right to lift her onto.“Hold your dress up around your breasts, Max,” I told her and. That velvety delight massaged the tip of my cock. Pleasure spilled down it, making my pussy feel juicier and juicier.“Yes, yes, yes, pound me!” she moaned. “Oh, that's good! Fuck my asshole, Alyessa!”“I am, Mrs. Minx!” I said, awe thick in my voice as my freckled breasts bounced before me. “Oh, wow, it feels incredible. You feel incredible.”Her bowels squeezed around my dick. This wild ache sent dizzying lust spilling through me. I groaned, my pussy dripping juices down my thighs. This heat. She had an attractive well-tanned face and a smile that showed beautiful teeth. She wore a white terrycloth robe tied at the waist and she was barefoot. She invited me in and offered me a drink as though we were old friends. We sat at opposite ends of a plush sofa and she asked my profession and why I was at the tournament. I told her the truth about my job but limited my reason for coming to the tournament. I told her I was given a ticket by someone who worked there. She asked if I was an.