“Mmmm” she murmured. “I think you need a girl’s touch… let me help you baby.”She dropped her hands into their touching crotches and slid ...hem around his shaft, as she was rubbing her hips slowly back and forth. As she sits up his shorts were all twisted and the head of his dick is sliding out of the fly of his boxers. She pulls his shorts back so his cock is fully exposed. She cooed in a baby voice “hi there fella’ … come out and play” She looked at the large swelling member between her. Turns out this wounded girl was her daughter. We finally got outside and saw more zombies. They saw us, too, and moaned. Just for fun, I guess. They already moaned once. Why are they still moaning?"Hey!" I yelled to the house. "What's that chick's name? The shooter? We need her out here!" That's Erin," a gal said. "I'll get her." Okay then. Some of you barricade the stairs so we don't get caught from behind." They started dragging a bureau across the floor.Erin came outside and let out a "Holy. Hell, I love dirty talk. Now, fuck me.”I moved a little closer to her and took back control of my shaft from her. I wiped the purple crown around her pussy, even making some false thrusts where I would stroke over her clit. She’d jerk in arousal every time. After a minute of this, neither of us could stand it any longer. I held myself at her opening, and inched slowly forward until I had slowly slid every millimeter of my shaft into her love tunnel. She sighed and groaned and writhed as each. I saw an ex I hadn’t seen in years and put on new lipstick for the occasion. I send one of my similarly afflicted female friends a steady stream of GIFs of Chris Hemsworth nearly falling out of his low-slung jeans in Thor. I still don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me accept I am constantly changing my panties or pressing my clitoris against some bar stool as I think about cock.So how did this all happen to me, a good christian girl?Being such a good girl meant I needed to know what.