Thanks for coming." The M-60 fired another short burst. He looked both ways down the street, then back at her. His eyes were wet, but she knew he woul...n't admit to it. "Give me five minutes and I'll empty the pantry."The M2 boomed again and a zombie's head exploded. "Make it three, we have another stop."His eyes flicked to the gunner who'd just fired, and he nodded. The boxes were heavier than they looked. She opened one, ammunition and a pair of pistols.Four minutes later they pulled out. The. The moment I had crawled in and sat down, she sat back down on the hatch across from me and extracted a hip flask from an inside pocket of her coat. She held it out towards me triumphant. The tree-house was so small that our legs were stretched out beside each other and she could pass things to me without either of us getting up.I took it gingerly. I had never drunk spirits before and I was nervously expecting it to hurt. Carefully unscrewing the top I took a gulp. I figured I didn’t want to. “Did I interrupt the ritual?” “It was just getting good too.” I said turning down the hall to get dressed. Sammie followed me into my room and laid back on my bed as I dropped my robe and started getting dressed. I snickered when I bent over to put on a pair of panties and heard her whistle. “God if you were not my sister I’d be all over you right now.” She joked. “What would your husband have to say about that?” I asked continuing to get dressed. “Shit that pervert would cum in his pants in no. He measured in at three and a half inches, and me - well, I am big and, unlike most British guys, cut (which I think looks nicer and feels nicer). I came in at six and a half inches (I'm now 8 and a bit, go me). And then we measured each others cocks. This was the first time I had ever had a hand on my hard cock, He ran the tape measure up against it and I thought my cock would burst. And then I measured his and could see his cock constantly twitching. At this point I figured I would go for.