My loungewear did nothing to hide my raging hard on, so I threw on a robe to cover up.I opened the door just as the repairman came around the corner. ...he name “Otis” was embroidered on his denim shirt and he stuck out his calloused hand to great me. Otis was a decent looking black man, about 6 foot tall and obviously had taken care of his body his whole life I figured him to be around 65-70 from the grey hair adorning his head.“Nam’s Otis. Ya called ‘bout a broke water heater?” “I finished with. She should be left incredibly gullible and highly submissive. They also were to strip her of her scientific, reading, writing and counting skills.The only thing she'd have left any skill for was dancing and pleasuring her lovers.The underlining description of Fred was to be a glorified cock tease. But she would hate sex with men. She would derive no personal satisfaction from it. Nevertheless she would still obey all orders from her boss to avoid losing her job.She'd even fuck him.But she would. Until today, I do not know how she managed to get that monster of a dick inside her but she did. Cliff banged her softly and gently to start but soon got into a harder rhythm and held her legs open wide. Sue screamed and shuddered in climax and sprayed out again. Cliff started to lose it and went into an uncontrollable orgasm and pumped a gallon of cum into her small pussy. As he pulled out some of the cum came with it. Grace leaned over and licked her pussy, fingering all the cum out of. She had come outside upon hearing her daughter’s screams, quickly grasped what was happening, and fired a shot at the zombie’s head. Now another bullet zinged past the zombie. The older woman didn’t say a word. She simply levered another round into the chamber and took aim. The zombie knew about guns. He turned around and lurched clumsily into the darkness of the woods as another bullet whizzed by and the young mother caught up with her child and ran back toward the house. The zombie lurched.