I grabbed an Amstel Lite, sank into my chair and propped my feet up. I thought about putting on a game but didn’t have the interest. Instead, I opte... for some music. Being in a Celtic mood, I put on Christy Moore, “Live at Vicar Street”. Perfect. I might have dozed a time or two because when I opened my eyes, the sun had moved and was now on my face. It felt good. I had about thirty minutes to spare. I texted Amanda.“Why am I nervous? This is silly.”She texted back, “If you weren’t nervous, you. I don’t think I’m the only one getting an addiction today...:”I furrowed my brow and frowned, but she just shook her head and leaned her body towards my groin. “Aah, you should be lucky that I found you,” she told me, the head of my shaft starting to slip into her. “The others wouldn’t have been nearly so nice. You’re just a source of cum to them. I want the whooole package~!””“Others? What-”My question broke out in a gasp as I felt an INCREDIBLE heat engulf me, a tight, steaming sleeve. I touched her pussy. It was warm like hot cooker. I started fingering her. She was moaning “aah aahhhaa” then I left her on bed and spreader her leg with my both hand.Then I moved closer to her hot lovely pussy hole and started licking. I was in heaven. She pressed my head inside her vagina with her thigh and shouting “fuck me hard, fuck me hard”. I licked her pussy for 15 min, then she reached orgasm and left tasty fluid, I drank all. Then I went upward and kept my dick on her face near lip. I. They went crazy when they saw her and tried to climb the bottom of the car to reach her. A shot drew her attention.A helmeted figure in camouflage ran across the street, followed by a few of the dead. He carried an M-16. She yelled as loud as she could "Help! Help Me!" and shot one of the zombies. She waved franticly and he turned towards her. Her foot slipped and she fell down onto the road. Cold fingers slid over her as one of them tried to grab her feet.She heard three quick shots, and.