An hour filled with awful terror, her fear of the dark was so great!Every small sound made her pounding heart leap, every shadow caused her to cry out...and push her upraised palms at it, trying to keep it away from her bound nakedness!But nothing happened, except that she lost her voice for a while. Beyond a gasping whisper, she could barely make a sound.“Oh, Frank.” she wept to herself, hunched over on the sawhorse until her long hair swept down along both sides and her forehead almost touched. Don't ask me where this obsession came from. I just fell into it. I wish it was ON it but that will come. Often and with much vigor.Let me tell you that I can't get enough of gazing at the male member. Either in real life or pictures. I just can't resist the sight of a man with a nice "package". This just fuels my fantasy and feeds my obsession.Who am I? Well I'm a nice middle class housewife that you wouldn't look twice at if you were to see me on the street although I will look twice at you. Even more worrying, only hours later did more news come that those bitten or also killed by these dead returned to the land of the living as well, ready to join on this conquest for flesh. Needless to say, the country entered a marshall law lock down within two days.With these events happening all around the country the people went into a panic, riots, looting, and vandalism were rampant. The military stretched itself trying to deal with the dead as well as quell the people in the streets but. I mean you do turn me on and everything but I don’t know. Something’s missing I think.” They thought about it for a moment. They looked at each other too. Hoping to discover that passion they had earlier they sat there, in her living room, and stared into one another’s eyes. Nothing. Not a single drop of passion seemed to fill their souls at all.. “Come here, will you?” she said as she took hold of his hand. “Down here, okay?” She led him to her home office. A nondescript office like room, it.