”So my hands traveled further and wider encircling her around her stomach and then sliding my hands down to the top of her waist. Fingers quested fo... new ground as my hands moved, seemingly of their own accord.My eyes were closed as my brain drew pictures of what my hands were feeling. Her skin was so soft, not a spot or any other imperfection that would blemish her body. Her skin was also dry and very, very hot... my hands could feel the heat rising from her as they worked to fulfill her. “Doc stop fannying about! Is it or is he?” The spectacled man shook his head and walked off as I cried out. “Your pet zeebo’s a breeder, and you, yer dirty fucker have been offering up your fanny for his impregnator!” The blonde woman sighed. “Ever see any zombies with dicks before? No right? You’re not fat you fucked, you’re pregnant!” The other woman laughed cruelly. “You’re proper fucked!” Her gun was aimed at my face! We had to leave. A routine patrol, some six months later saw an unusual. Then I saw Keith and Kristen. My first thought was ‘Doesn’t that kid’s erection EVER go down?’ Then he hugged me while his hard penis kept poking my tummy. Kristen actually came up to me and kissed me passionately. Right behind them, to my shock, was Mr. Wickman getting out of his car, naked as the rest of us, grinning at me and carrying a sign that claimed SKIN IS IN. My parents showed up, naked of course, to support the cause, and their sign read BEING NAKED IS NATURAL. I couldn’t have been. She undid the hand cuffs to release the from the headboard and clicked them back shut ,Get up she said , she went back to the computer, she had recorded everything. She got a piece of paper a wrote on it for a couple of minutes then passed it to me, your going to read this to me OKI nodded to frightened to disagree,She told me to stand in front of her door and pointed the camara at me go on she snappedI read the words tears still running down my cheeksI'm Chris I like to be called ChristineI am.