Actually my mind was working a million miles a second, I was thinking about how I could get out of their without them noticing.Julie brought me out of...my trance by reaching over Tom and pinching my nipple. All that did was put me in a deeper freeze. I couldn't move I just remained on my elbows staring at them.Then she slipped her hand down in front of Tom, I couldn't see but I know she was rubbing my brothers cock. For the first time I realized my brother was naked, he was skinny dipping in the. I had no sense that time, so I just unbuttoned my shirt and unhooked my skirt and threw to them. They all were excited so much, they screamed, “More, more!”I removed my bra and panty and started dancing like a slut. May be they all thought that they finally made me fool but I used to of group sex as my abbu and bhaijaans already fucked me together many times.In the dancing session I made them naked and kissed and played with their cocks. Finally I sat on centre table and started sucking their. That’s bullshit. It hurts for a second. Then you die. Then you’re undead. Then you’re hungry forever, and that hurts. That hurts more than dying to some monster, because at least then you’re dead. You’re not hurting yourself, or other people because of what you’ve become. The fuck with Zombies, or other unintelligent monsters. Get bitten, and that’s it. Mindless corpse. You’re body’s a host, but your mind, and soul is gone. At least you’re dead. …but that’s the point. They always die, or turn. At times I was submissive, enjoying being lead. At other times, as my confidence grew, I took the lead. I loved watching a woman pleasure herself as we chatted and loved the thrill of being watched myself.So that was my life, four months after Phuket. At home I was the same loving wife and mother as I had always been, if anything a little hornier but Tom put that down to my increased libido of being forty! When he was away, and he travelled most months, I went online and enjoyed an increasingly.