I can’t imagine a more bizarre sight than those two side-by-side on the family room couch, sharing a tub of popcorn and yelling together at the TV. ...heir hatred of the dead is monumental, nearly as obsessive as their disgust and anger at the remaining humans, none of who are apparently capable of making a single intelligent decision. Never would I have imagined your sister a Dead-head.”Jason chuckled appreciatively. He’d watched every episode of The Walking Dead religiously, always to the scorn. With both hands around her hips, he thrust his cock into her. His balls hit her pussy and Sara emitted muffled sounds in time with his cock."Oh- oh- oh- oh-" She buried her face in a pillow, trying to muffle her moans of pleasure.*SLAP* Sigvard resumed his blows with the palm of his hand. Every fifth thrust was followed by his palm, which left an increasing redness on her buttocks."Oh- oh- oh- oh- oh- * Smack * Oh! Oh- oh- oh- oh- * Smack * Oh! Oh- oh- oh- oh- *SLAP* Oh! Oh- oh- oh- oh- *SLAP*. You’d think these two had worked as a team before! Always the gentleman, Jason graciously allowed Michael to have the honor of fucking me first. Not wasting any time, Michael jammed his hard dick inside my wet cunt sending an electric sensation throughout my body. Deeper and deeper he went, my legs up over his shoulders, my black sandaled feet waving in the air. In spite of the earlier blow job and the dinner break complete with drinks, Michael was just as hard as before and hadn’t even begun. I knew how much I was turning him on and that turned me on. When I get aroused my little pussy gets wet very quick. Steve stood there, his face flushed and his eyes not knowing which part of my body to focus on next. I walked towards him and ran my right hand along the front of his T shirt. Steve stroked my arm, up to my shoulder. Then he brushed my face tenderly with the outside of his index finger. I shivered, as if from the cold, except that it was warm in his living room. “You’re a little.