And it hadn't. Not until this town had been resurrected from the walking dead.It was exactly the way I'd pictured it, which is exactly the way the mov...e had shown it. How could that be, I wondered? Unless, somehow, the reality of one place can leak into the imagination of another? If true, that would explain A Lot!In fact, there was only one obvious difference. In the middle of the block on the main street was a brand spanking new town museum. And in the middle of its front window were three. I went into the bank to order a new debit card because mine was hard for the machines to read sometimes. Ir had banged around in my jeans pockets, because I didn't do well carrying a purse. Carrying shit in my fatigues was a habit I learned in the Air Force, and I never broke it. Airmen in flight suits or fatigues didn't have room for a purse in their life.Anyway while I was there I mentioned to the woman that I was looking for a replacement for my cruiser. She told me about the bank. He was being nice, but all I could think of was that Bob couldn’t hug away the embarrassment.”“We were talking about how little Bob told us, dear.”“Well, part of the secrecy was for me. Like when he asked me to go steady.”“I never heard about that, dear.”“Precisement! I told him I didn’t want to have dates with anybody else, but my mother would kill me if I went steady with him. They had to know when he took me to the dance. They didn’t know about the other times we met. By that time, I was. I did as instructed, which placed my hips pushing up in the air so my dick was standing high and hard.“Please just sit still while I work myself down on you.” She said.“What about some lube to make this easier for you and me I would guess?”“Already taken care of!” she said with a smile.With that she climbed on the bed a straddled me with her ass right over the top of my cock. After a short pause she started to lower herself on me.Man, she felt tight and just barely had the head at her anus at.