Her sweet, wet cunt. Her puckering little asshole. Her, as she was jamming her fingers in her tight little pussy. Over and over again. I started to st...oke my dick a little harder, faster, and with my other hand started playing with my balls. In my mind I could hear her grunts and moans of pleasure. Jesus, I could feel myself about to cum. I’m now pumping furiously, my dick stiff as a tree and my balls hard and tight. As I see her beautiful face scrunched in my imagination, she came all over her. The maid had only said, "the gentleman from down the lane was calling with two companions." She recovered her composure quickly however when she saw that Sir Reginald was among the group - though she gave no sign of recognition."What can I do for you gentlemen this evening?" she asked.John started to speak, but Reggie interrupted, "Allow me to explain. We have made a wager. Mr. Theiswyde does not believe that young girls are still, in this modern time, subjected to birch discipline and has. Dr K: That’s interesting.Bec: I tell you I’m seeing zombies and that’s all you say?Dr K: Are they hallucinations?Bec: I certainly hope so. If the zombies I’m seeing aren’t hallucinations, then this hospital has a serious problem. Not to mention America. This could be the start of the zombie apocalypse.Comment: She looked at me and grinned, then shrugged.Bec: Or I could be hallucinating.Dr K: Can you give me an example of when you are seeing zombies?Bec: Okay. One example was yesterday. "I can't, in all fairness, let you leave without finishing that off can I? After all you did a good job hanging those lights, a great job cleaning up my back door and an amazing job with my box! Why don't you come over here and show me how good you handle your tool..." As I bring my cock to within inches of your steaming box, you stop me, "You can rub yourself on my pussy, but don't put it in, my husband doesn't like eating where another dick has been.." "when you're ready to cum, you can shoot.