"The trick about men," she went on, "is that if you know what they want, you can get what you want." She caught the surprise in my expression and purs...d her lips. "How do you think I got Mr. Redmond? Come on, Sweetie. Get your books. You don't want to keep him waiting too long."She didn't really give me time to react. June Cleaver, the gold-digger? Mrs. Redmond didn't seem the type. I grabbed my book bag and went downstairs. Mr. Redmond was also on his way out the door. He stopped, greeted. ”So what have you been up to lately?” You ask as you sit cross legged next to me but leave your legs open enough so I can tell you aren't wearing any underwear. I clear my throat and say “Basically just college and homework!” You press a little harder by uncrossing your legs all the way and I can see you are completely shaved. “Well don't you think it's time to take a break?” I couldn't agree more! You jump a little when I grab your legs and pull them apart as my face goes into your crotch. I. As we walked to the entrance of the apartment to find another place to camp we heard a loud scream. It was from Wendy who was following us from behind. I looked down and saw the zombie with the broken leg grasping onto her jeans.It was almost in slow motion as i went to kick the zombie's head but as i got there it was already to late. The zombie had already landed the bite.By the time i decapitated the zombie Wendy was on the floor whimpering with Kaitlyn comforting her.i walked slowly to. It made me quiver, my pussy squeezing down on my probing fingers, soaking them in more of my juices.One of the treemen let out a frustrated bellow sounding like a massive oak tree groaning as it swayed in a storm. It slammed a foot into the ground before throwing a sheet of water high into the air. And splashed just below the “flames.”I smirked.“Mistress,” Nathalie hissed.“Shhh,” I said, my fingers dancing before me, the pussy juices slowly drying off my digits, transmuted by my Goddess into.