I’m not sure how I got to that hospital and I don’t remember the officers who led me into the room to identify my wife. But there she was covered ...y a sheet.They exposed her face and I nearly fainted. My Sarah was lying on the hospital table not breathing, not moving, gone. I was in a daze. I don’t remember going home. I really can’t remember anything for the six months after her death.There was a funeral, her family was there, my family was there but I don’t recall anything spoken to me or if. And nothing in the email from Liz should cause the problems we discussed to do with corrupting your memory since we already know that you were hallucinating.Bec: Okay, that would be good. So I’ll read the email and I’ll try your idea about sketching the reality to drive away the zombies. Between those two things, hopefully I can get rid of those pesky things.Dr K: You’ve been talking to me in a fairly bright and energetic way but overall I sense that you are a little down today compared to. I complied and lay down and spread my legs to where I thought they should be. Steve said close your legs a little and roll your heels out. I complied again because he was supposed to be the expert. Steve climbed on top of me with his cock at my opening. I thought, here we go and his cock found my opening. He entered me so slowly and easily. I didn't know if he was in or not.He slowly, very slowly pushed his cock deeper in my ass. I thought, no wonder he don't hurt people he don't put it in very. Now it was getting hard and I was a few minutes from impaling the poor girl with a rock-hard unit.“Someone’s having fun,” she said reaching back and grabbing my throbbing dick with her right hand.“Not now,” I said swatting her hand away.“Fine,” she huffed.I grabbed her panties and carefully slid them down under her cheeks.Smack! I started to wail on her bare bottom, with more intensity than I had previously administered to her poor backside.“Ouch!” she cried out a few times as the swats.