My hands were at her waist pulling up on her shirt and she stopped for a second so it could raise above her and I marvelled at her breasts , an easy D...cup , as they bounced from being released. Then she slowed the pace tremendously. Her hands on my chest lightly pushed me towards the couch and I fell on it as she layed kisses on my chest and went further down. each time her crimson lips pressed on my body and then as they left a small flick of her tongue. She was exciting me more and. Part of me was a little shy but the other part was yearning to unleash the slut inside. I stopped riding for a split second as I felt both pairs of undead hands on my hips. The next thing I felt was my asshole stretching around the girth of another big, zombie cock. Another loud moan left my lips, as both of them started to fuck me. The groans of the horde accompanied my moans before my mouth was plugged by the man in the chequered shirt. My eyes closed as I felt his helmet hit the back of my. I wore a dark gray jumpsuit that went from just under my chin to the attached, fingerless gloves, hugging my body all the way down to the matching slip-on shoes. The suit was softer than a kitten's fur and tingled with magic and a tiny bit of others. This was the gift Talon had given me at our departure: a set of clothes that could shift with me. The hair and tissue of many other Shape shifters went into the making of this outfit and I marveled that such a thing was possible. It sure as hell. Peterson was getting ready to buy, and an old friend from high school she had run across. That was OK, but when she started talking about her husband, I got a little nervous. I really didn't want to be reminded that he was sitting just around the corner."Rick was really pissed when he got laid off. Apparently, the new owners brought in some pretty young saleswomen and got rid of the guys, even though they had more experience. Rick thinks there were sexual favors involved, but Rick thinks sex is.