’ ‘That would be wonderful,’ I said. I felt nervous, as though I should consult my parents first. I voiced this concern aloud. ‘That is one th...ng you mustn’t do,’ Tim said. I frowned, ‘you need to trust me,’ he said, ‘this cannot leave this room. You and I, and Father Ostertag, will be the only ones who know about our covenant.’ I nodded, though I still felt apprehensive. ‘What do I need to do?’ I asked. Tim said nothing. Instead, he ran his hands slowly down the part in his robe and exposed. Wanting to give her a little of what she had done to him, he flipped her over onto her stomach. She gave a little noise of protest as his hand connected with her ass cheek…first one then the other. He would kiss and licking away the sting each time. He decided to do this a few more times…loving the shade of red her white skin would turn each time. (Smiling to himself, he thought that even Santa’s rosy cheeks couldn’t hold a candle to the two he had in front of him!!) Trying to keep silly. Jill began to stir, lifting herself back up onto her hand. Only to be greeted by a big long black cock inches from her face. She shrieked and looked back at me. I just smiled and nodded to her. Indicating I was cool if she wanted to touch it. I was far too turned on right now to even think about what we were about to do. Or the chain of events that it would set in motion, changing our lives forever.My gorgeous wife of twelve years looked at the big long cock and reached out and wrapped her hand. Usually the smell was really bad, they'd been dumping for nearly two months, ever since the water had stopped running. The contents hit one of the zombies, and it looked up, moaning. That got the attention of the others, and they clustered around it, trampling the crusty snow. He ran back to the hatch that lend to the dollar store and lowered the bucket down for Bobby to put back in the bathroom, then went round the building, counting the dead outside.One hundred and eighty-seven. Last time.