He inched his way to the driver’s seat. His hands shook as he started the engine. He felt the cold steering wheel against his stiff organ as he back...d out of the parking space. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted her before. Why did that damn car have to pull into the park?Lights spun by. A rocking motion made Brittany’s clothespins sway. She was losing herself again. She tried to concentrate. The sharp squeezing force had turned to a dull ache.Dave pulled into his garage. Closed the. I had explored the place when I first got there and discovered a very tiny room off the basement corridor. It was not much more that a large closet but it had a roll away bed in it and I figured any bed by myself was better that being kicked in the ribs all night by my kid brother. Later that evening, as everyone retired to their designated rooms, I retrieved my stuff from the car before sneaking off to the basement and to bed.I awoke from a deep sleep to the feeling of the covers being pulled. It was like walkingdown death row as I felt her feet move closer and closer to her bedroom,and the acts that I knew she would perform. She quickly stripped out ofher clothes, and I felt some pleasure at least as she began to tease herown breasts. She was definitely ready for some good old-fashioned dirtysex. She looked over at the man she had picked up at the party andpushed him down on the bed. I felt my hands lower to his zipper as sheundid it and began to tug down his pants, boxers and all.. Saliva dripped from hungry mouths and flaccid penises became erect. Alcott turned to me and explained, ?The young lady will satisfy two of their needs in one: the need for pussy and the need for meat. It’s very efficient.??I’m sure it is,? I replied. ?But what are they waiting for?? The zombies had formed a circle around the girl. They were clearly anxious to begin the feast, but something held them back. Then a figure emerged from the crowd, pushing its way through to the front.?We call that.