Walking out Alan headed to the same diner he'd been to the last few days he'd eaten. He was almost there when he felt several sets of eyes on him, hmm... Alan could feel the evil and hatred oozing out of the owners all directed toward him. Stopping a moment he didn't feel any of them come any closer to him, good thing too, it was never a good time to mess with Alan when he was hungry as he tended to be more impatient and cranky. He only waited a moment then went in, at least they were wising up. “Well, some of them are, some of them are not. I like to say I write about what I did, like to do or dream of doing and let my readers figure it out for themselves which is which. It’s part of the appeal, I think, so I like to keep that a secret. However, some stories clearly are fiction, like the Zombie thing I had started recently...”“Oh,” she said. “Like the Walking Dead or something?” I laughed. “Well, something like that. My Zombie Apocalypse has a lot more to do with fucking, and less. Jennifer had pointed out that I had been conditioned by her to be the way I was — needing approval from others, needing to be controlled, and being selfish. Now that I had recognized it, I could start to deal with it. It reminded me of the process that Doctor Mercer had used to draw me out of my depression over Birgit. This time, I was going to try to skip the anger part.My quest for self-discovery had to start with figuring out what made me act and think the way I did. Joyce had pushed me on. I’m so close to cumming and can hardly wait to pump your married womb full of my baby batter. Oh shit, oh shit, I’m cumming nowwww!”I watched Matt’s ass clinching, balls pulling up, and perineum pulsing, and knew that he was inseminating my wife. And Faye surprised me what she screamed, “Yes, yes, yes, Matt, cum in my married pussy and give me your baby.”I stayed between their legs for another five minutes, as Matt slowly stroked my wife with his deflating cock. Some of his cum was oozing out.