Brigittes husband took one picture after the other and placed them on the shelf. The zombie released the mature tits and grabbed the womanly hips and ...ith a fast move he pushed his prick into Brigittes slit, starting to fuck her with long thrusts. Brigitte had the feeling of being fucked by an icicle instead of a cock. The cold prick of the zombie was so big that when he pushed it inside the woman, Brigitte could feel the head of it, bounces into her stomach. Her husband moved to the other side. ‘We’ve all been linked by this – somehow,’ he said to himself once again as the impossibility of it all wrapped itself through the womb of his one small life. ‘But by what? Or by whom?’ ________________________________ The light was fading, her eyes clearing, and she was aware of his presence beside her. She moved her hands, slowly, from her face, looked up into ancient eyes, almost blue, like a fall day before a first hesitant snow. Clear, yet not. Clouds, but not yet. The fury contained. ”“Where are you going?” Olivia asked.“To go meet my fellow user.”Michael left the sixth form block, looking down at his phone. The distance indicator acted as Michael’s guide, and sure enough, Michael saw two boys just leaving the Lower School dining room.“Dylan Davies?” He asked them.“Uh, yeah?” Dylan replied, he and Alan being confused.“I was wanting to meet you,” Michael said. “I’m also the Master’s representative.”“The what?” Alan asked, but Dylan looked shocked.“Uh, Alan, I gotta go for a. Before long Mario’s head was up her skirt too sniffing her femininity like it was a meal waiting to be served. It was of no use trying to resist him, he was simply gorgeous and to have a real man giving her so much attention after the wimp she divorced was a complete tonic. ‘Sway for me, baby, give it all you have got. ‘Like this, – Fabby’ and she rolled her hips in the most seductive way and felt his appreciation as his mouth cradled her femininity so wonderfully. She held the stead, he rolled.