Mother, naked from the waist up, sank to her knees and sobbed. She looked up at me."You can be anything you want to be, just don't be anything like my...parents."I felt my own tears churning inside my chest. They threatened to cloud my vision and pound in my ears. I couldn't stop them. Poor mother had become a wreck, and it was my fault. After playing with her for so long, I finally broke her, except she wasn't toy, and I had become something of an adult."Tell me, please mother, what happened?"I. Leza’s song kept her undead humming, but none of the humans knew what to expect. Leza’s history with human volunteers wasn’t entirely reassuring. The human volunteers could follow Leza’s lyrics, a mixture of reassurances and simple instructions. The zombies seemed unsure of the humans, but as neither reacted negatively, they grew used to the others. They studied each other, but Leza didn’t give a second glance to either as the men followed, the zombies tagging along.The men kept their eyes. I had plenty of time to put this bitch in her place. I carried the ball gag in and put it in her mouth; she spit, and gagged and tried to speak around it. Now I wouldn’t have to listen to her shit any longer, and I could teach her this lesson that she needed to learn. I pulled up the ugly red dress moving it above her waist. As I anticipated she had on ugly white cotton panties. I moved over to the end table and removed a pair of scissors, I slid them under the edge of her panties, and I cut. Shari moaned at that, so I did it again, easing the tip of my tongue into her, then flattening it and bathing her whole pussy. I lifted her hips up and pointed my throbbing cock at her wet and wanting cunt. “No, this is what you’ve fantasized over, the actual moment your wife gets fucked by another man, the moment he puts his cockhead against her pussy, you’ve dreamed of watching his cock stretch her lips as it disappears into her, making it “his” pussy. Watching her beautiful face as she feels.