The lounge was littered with newpapers and magazines, mostly male orientated mags around cars, computers and girlie mags. Jenny tried to conceal anoth...r involuntary shudder."So tell me. What do you have of mine, then?" she asked, her voice perky as though trying to cheer herself up. Charlie smiled and moved a pile of grubby towels from a chair so she could sit down."I've got something I think you dropped" he said, reaching into a wooden cabinet behind him. He rummaged around for a few moments. Then a figure emerged from the crowd, pushing its way through to the front.?We call that one Mac,? said the captain. ?He’s sort of the alpha-wolf. The others will have to wait for him to get things rolling.?The massive zombie approached the girl. To my astonishment, it was sporting an erection that would have made a living man proud. The girl noticed this as well, and froze. It wrapped its’ hand around her slender throat and turned her head from side to side, assessing its’ prey. Then it placed. Much less from another girl! But she made her way around the outside of the house to that port-hole window the first time all those months ago and now she was addicted, in a way. Rachelle was a bit ashamed of her fetish, but it excited her far too much to be ignored. She longed to feel Krystas stream on her B-cup breasts. To feel it sliding down her belly eventually to her clit would be too good. She could not ignore it. So here she was at the window again. Krysta was sleeping when Rachelle. She was lost, completely oblivious to the world around her as she hunched feverishly down onto his cock, grinding her pussy against his fat glans as her head flailed and her hips gyrated wildly in his hands as he held her, lifting and dropping her in rhythm with her rising and falling as she fucked his thick pole-like cock completely into her body until she was frozen, immobilized by the wrath of her orgasms as he fucked her incessantly.Rod was now fucking his wife’s swamp of a pussy as she.