Those who survived hid away from the monsters. They didn’t crave brains or blood; in fact they craved a sexual release. She was now twenty-one and t...ok to hiding in the one spot no one would be. On her way she'd grabbed what she could and made a home in the corner of the fiction section of the library. She'd locked the dead librarian in the back storage room where she found him and made sure to push a thick yet small bookshelf in front. Four years had passed and she hadn’t seen or heard from. He knew because he could catch the subtle scent of her juices. He knew the odor well. Mario breathed deep and patted the near- limp penis which still hung from his open fly, washed clean, but resting from Bravo's canine ministrations. His time would come again. No hurry. He enjoyed the sensual sight of a woman licked into the furies of passion- whether it was one of Jason's dogs doing the honors or a man at her crotch-it was a sexy sight that could stir up a dead man's dong. Specially when the. I remembered how I had heard that heels put a woman's pussy in an accessible position for rear entry. I felt the sensation as my asshole angled upward. I remembered hearing how high heels make a woman vulnerable, that they slow the walk and make running practically impossible. I felt that to be true, too, as I took tentative steps, placing heel and toe at the same time made for a distinctly mincing gait. True to form, L paid me every compliment, mentioning how dainty and sexy I looked. L. My legs like lead I endeavoured to walk over to the door. Looking inside like some trespasser, my wife had now taken up position on his bed on her back with her stocking thighs spread wide and open under the gaze of Tom who was quickly relieving himself of his clothes. Tom was a sturdy guy, short in height [smaller than my wife], but very muscular owing to his sporting prowess’s. There was a bedside lamp on and I could see clearly as Tom released his underpants, his penis was like a spear.