As I did, the light over the table behind me slowly faded out,and I could just glimpse it being occupied by the zombies.So that's how the ghost and I ...ade our way to the doorway to the stacks.It was a bit hairy in a few spots where the tables were farther apartthan the others - they were so far apart that the "corridor" of lightbetween the fluorescent pools was so narrow, I had to shuffle sidewaysso I wouldn't touch the zombies. "Please, oh, please, oh, please..." Imumbled as I shuffled. His cock swelled and my stomach muscles tightened. His body drove me hard against the wall in a last desperate thrust that sent a powerful jet of his warm cum up through his cock and into my bowels. The intensity of my shrieks increased with each thrust as he emptied his balls into my asshole by his dancing cock. He was drained and started to pull out of my dark passage. I reached behind and grabbed his arm.“No… Stay in me. I want to feel you a little longer.I turned MY head so we could kiss as. It was only me and my 10-year-old son in the house. Ifigured he was preparing to play some cruel prank on her or was tryingto read her diary again.I crept up to the door and swung it open as I heard a rustle deepinside. I glared into the room and saw my shaking son in his sister'scheerleader uniform. I froze, unsure of what I should do.A lifetime of memories came rushing to the forefront of my brain. Istarted to take quick breaths and looked at the equally frozen childstaring back at me with. I’d fought getting pregnant for a long time, afraid we’d lose our freedom. And now… Matt understood, but he had collapsed from exhaustion. I’d sent him home to get some sleep. I glanced around the room. Thirty more isolettes, just like Matthew’s, lined the room. Other moms stared into their own plastic boxes. Maybe someone else did understand. Maybe I wasn’t alone. We were like a secret club – mothers with sick babies – membership not recommended. I wanted to breastfeed, but he was too little..