Whichever of the plethora of excuses they chose, an evil, dark part of me could not help but think it actually did increase our chances of not starvin... and that thought made me cry even harder.The next few days were by far the hardest of my life. We worked our asses off converting the town hall/community center into a survival shelter. Everyone was emotionally devastated and several of them were little more than near-catatonic zombies. Rooting through the ruined pods was tiring and dangerous. She is moaning my name, telling me that her husband’s is so much smaller than mine. “Bang,” my fantasy ends as the head counselor slams her big box of crafts onto one of the tables. I look down to see a little bulge in my pants and quickly try to shift it around in case she sees. I sigh as I wish for my fantasies to come true. I have never slept with a woman before, and yet I fantasize about catching a married woman. I laugh a little at myself. I look back at the head councilor, MaryKate,. Katy had only ever been fucked up her arse once before, and that was with Michael, her ex-boyfriend. She'd been fairly drunk at the time, and he'd talked her into trying it. She hadn't enjoyed it that much at all, but she knew that if John told her to do it, she would.The office closed at 12 o clock on a Saturday, and Katy had expected her boss to take her into the back and fuck her, or make her give him a blow job, before they both left. He didn't tell her to do either, he just made her remove. ‘Then why can’t you do it in the privacy of your own home?’ ‘I have a thing for public places, even if they are deserted.’ ‘Hey, it was deserted, I walked in just as you … almost came on my shoes.’ ‘I missed,’ he looked back proudly to view his own cum on the floor. ‘I sure as hell can’t leave that there, can I? They’ll know it came from me.’ ‘Then clean it. Bye.’ I turned and headed for the door, grinning from ear to ear. His laugh echoed behind me. ‘It was nice meeting you.’ That night, I lay.