The weekend was hell not being able to release my frustrations. I was climbing the walls and was so desperate on that Monday morning after that first ...eekend. Also It wasn’t until after that weekend that I realised how selfish I had been. I hadn’t realised how much I was asking of him, while giving nothing back. From then on in each of my session I always sucked him off to relieve his stresses as well as my own. I sucked and stroked him, allowing my saliva to lubricate and wet his manhood like. She was pumping her pussy against my face; I loved it.I pulled my face away from her cunt and she moaned. I got up on the bed on my back and had her straddle my face in a sixty-nine position. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and squeezed her ass while tonguing her pussy. She in turn had half of my cock in her mouth, giving me a great blow job.All I heard was slurping noises from both of us eating each other out. I didn't want to come yet so I had her get off of me and we began kissing each. You pulled the gun and aimed at him telling him to stop and leave the store. The man quite clearly didn't understand what you were saying and continued to reach for you. He grabbed onto your shirt, and you pulled the trigger putting a round into his head and killing him.That was your first encounter with a zed, and it indeed wasn't your last. Now it was almost three months, you think, and you were scavenging a small gas station. Suddenly from behind you, a voice rang out, "Hey you okay?" You. Tonight she was trying to tell me something, or trying to decide something, or perhaps trying to tell me something.And yes, by the way, I DO think this much when I fuck. Deal with it.She was making her body available to me, that much was very clear. She could have rejected my advance, or left my bed, or never come to it at all. The question was what else she was offering. There were a couple of ways to find out, but I took the easiest and least risky.“Do you want me to use you? To take.