“You don’t believe any of this really happened, do you?” Lyman remarked. “This isn’t history -- it’s a fantasy!”“Keep reading, Richard...” Mona said.He turned the page and began reading the next entry.-- Monday 8 April ‘02I was finishing up my Sunday journal entry when my visitor approached me and asked me what I was doing. I explained I’ve kept a journal since I learned to write. He congratulated me on my discipline and asked to look at what I had written.“I can’t read this,” he said. “I don’t. This is much faster than a public bus.’ ‘You can stay with us to Vancouver. We will ride this bus to where you need to go when we get there. Please stay with us while we go to the mainland. It is nice to have a man with us Charles, ah, Chuck.’ I was trying to think of some conversation topic. What do you say to a lady with seventeen kids and no husband? What in the world would we have in common? ‘Where do you live? Do you live in Vancouver?’ I asked trying to get something going. ‘No, no,’ she. She looked fabulous. She said she needed to take a shower and dress before dinner. I told her I would never mind waiting for her. We both knew it was a line but she appreciated the thought. She asked me to come into the bedroom so we could talk while she showered. She told me about the successful fundraiser and how many people had nice things to say about her boyfriend and…….. Her rambling stopped when I joined her in the shower. I brought her to me and kissed her soundly, my dick sliding along. She didn't know if she could fit him in her mouth and shivered at the thought of him trying to put that in her. She took the head of his cock into her mouth and for a moment thought about biting down but knew that his screams would bring the zombies inside. Instead she flicked the head with her tongue, while stroking him with both hands.She tried to work and make him cum as quickly as possible so she could be done with him. Her mouth was stretched wide as he pushed his cock deeper. She began to.