"I felt an incredible rush of potency and lust as I heard that, wondering what other devilish ideas Lisa had up her sleeve. I loved her sense of misch...ef already. She might be a slut wife, but she was the good kind. The idea of all those women, their bellies swollen with my seed ... yeah, what guy could resist that? Meanwhile, Michelle and Missy were hard at work, keeping me from softening up as I went balls deep inside the former and the latter played with my asshole. The feeling of Michelle's. . front, please!" Shall I take your bag, Miss?" No thanks, I'm fine!" Helena said.They were soon gliding along the mostly traffic-free streets."Brian ... it's okay to call you that, isn't it ... will you be my driver every day?" Yes, Miss ... unless you request a replacement ... but some people like the continuity." She looked at his really quite handsome profile and smiled."Yes, I can see that! But if you are going to be my driver for as long as it takes, will you call me Helena, instead of. She had a good mouth and virtually no gag reflex, so my length got past her tonsils in record time, and she held me deep there, milking me with her throat, until I gave her what she wanted, a drenching of white sticky cum. “Mmmm……breakfast…..mmmm,” she laughed, as my cum dribbled down her chin. She came back up into my arms, and once again curled into me, her plump bum pushed hard against my rejuvenating cock, queening me until it was hard again, and then slid her leg up and back over mine.. Still hearing the gnashing of teeth and the tearing of human flesh, Lisa stood again. “Meet me by the back door. It’ll be safer talking there.”Without hurrying, she walked swiftly around the house, understanding the children would watch her rather than the most recently departed. Finding the back door, she approached, observing three small children—clearly unrelated—peering out an exposed lookout in the window.“Don’t open the door, it’s still not safe, but the zombies won’t leave the front.