After two cups of coffee, scrambled eggs and toast I sat down on the sofa in the family room. I sat there trying to think about what my next move shou...d be. It broke my heart to think about how much I had loved Kathy. I wondered how she could have done this to us? I couldn't believe that her ambition was so strong that she would agree to have sex with a customer to win a deal. As if that wasn't bad enough, she was willing to shave her pussy for him too. She was willing to do this because Jack. On the other side of that coin why would the high tech folk of the Blue states home in on voodoo as the spring board for the technology that produced the "zombies", an unstoppable force capable of endless cycles of reconstitution under all but the most stressing circumstances? Had the war lasted another year, the zombies might have tipped the balance since they were unmatched in guerrilla warfare, and were considered by friend and foe alike as the ultimate terrorists. All I know for sure about. Which, of course, led immediately to the obvious problem.I had been jerking off for about the past five years. In that time, I doubt that I had missed a day. I often did it twice a day, sometimes more. I had an active imagination, and a large stash of pornography. Now, it was impossible for me to masturbate. And believe me, I had tried.The first week was pretty rough. The second week was even worse. I could think of nothing else. For the first time in my life, I had wet dreams. This was doubly. "Not in me, not in me!" It took all my willpower to hold back my cum. We stayed frozen like that for what seemed like ever until her pussy released its grip on me and I was able to pull out. Sara got her feet back under her, looked me in the eye smiling that same mischievous grin. "Time to finish you off." With that she let go of my neck and squatted down. The view alone was nearly enough to get me off! Her red dress was a belt around her waist. Her dripping pussy was red and enflamed and those.