“I know you want me, don’t you?” She whispers in my ear. I nod and groan, feeling her hot breath on my earlobe. “Look at me and say it” as ...er tongue licks below my ear, right on my very sensitive spot. I look at her with vulnerable eyes, “Fuck, yesss…” I groan, “I want you”. She releases my hair, slips her hands inside my blouse, moves them up and pushes my bra up. She cups my breasts, starts to play with my nipples, fondling and gently rolling them between her fingers making them hard. I. They sat in the front room and were talking and I was in my room and was feeling sleepy. So I came out and saw them sitting very close and told mom I’m sleeping. My mom was wearing tight leggings and a satin top from which her bra line could be easily seen. I went to my room and imagined that there is going to be some action tonight. And I slept.I woke up in the middle of the night and to my surprise it was about 3am in night and the front room light was still on and the door was just slightly. With a moan of protest Jenee felt Hank pull out of her body, Hank chuckled "I don't know about you but I need to sit down, my knees are shaking" Jenee giggled "mine too" she said breathlessly, Hank picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bed, laying down with her he smiled at her then kissed her softly. Jenee put her arms around Hank's neck kissing him she started to giggle, Hank raised an eyebrow, still giggling Jenee said "I will never be able to look in a mirror quite the same way. You do anything enough times, and you get good. I am just glad the Fabulous Ms. Tiger hadn't been watching my early game. But eventually I got good at the ol' 1-2-snicker-snack.I don't know much about the private lives of zombies, why they don't eat each other, if or where they sleep, how they can walk and grab if they can't even figure out how a zipper works, and other imponderables.I guess in the middle ages, it was thought that fleas came from old rags, spontaneously springing into.