She later told me that after being abandoned by Karen’s father she had hated men. As time passed, she just never found anyone she connected with and...preferred to stay home. Karen and I chummed around all through high school and she spent many hours with me while I practiced on the guitar and was my best critic and an immense help with the music. She encouraged me to learn and would scold me when I screwed up. I guess I loved her in my own way but never really wanted to get romantic with her. I slowly started stroking the underside with my middle finger, then gently carressed the knob, leaving only one thing to do.I started to recall an evening some years ago in a London tranny club called the Philbeach Hotel in Earl's Court, where Monday was the evening when gurls could dress and be themselves, discreetly and safely, otherwise it was a gay venue.At the end of the night, there was a party in one room, which I went to along with Michelle, a girl that I had real affection for and had. The feeling made me shiver with both revulsion and arousal.Another Syn immediately took the deep-voiced one’s place behind me and fucked my well-stretched, well-filled hole, humming into my ear the whole time and reaching deeper and deeper into my guts with his elongating, curling and uncurling appendage. My cries were muffled by a mouth that covered mine. My tongue was sucked, my mouth was filled with something sticky and wriggling that ran down my throat, spilled onto my chin and dripped onto. After the virus struck strongholds appeared but in a matter of days they were gone. Zombies kill all males who get in their way no matter what...Which story do you want?Sam's Story: Her story takes place right during when the virus first struck her hometown. She is 18 year old senior and around 5'6 in height, people called her a Goth and guys and girls in her school called her slut. She dyed her hair pure white, fair light skin, and always wore black tights, black shorts that showed off the.