With his free hand Wassa forced Michele's fingers inside his flies and imperceptivity waggled the gun at her. Michele stifled a sob and pushed her pai...ted fingernails inside Wassa's underpants. His crotch was hairy, hot and sweaty and a musky smell wafted from it. Her fingers wrapped around Wassa's spongy semi-erect penis and he grinned in the dark. He was going to get a handjob off this well dressed sexy bitch.He looked at her closely in the glow of a streetlight. She was a big woman but well. She could try though, and stopped stroking his shaft to pinch his head again. Another moan and the twitching subsided. She resumed her stroking, feeling the heat of his cock as he got nearer to his orgasm, he was moaning constantly now. His dick was an angry red color now, probably because shed pulled the belt so tight around it. He started twitching again, more violently this time. Andrew! she said. Look at me. he opened his eyes. He looked down at her kneeling between his legs, his prick in. That was just the beginning of the zombie apocalypse. It’s hard to comprehend how fast this thing escalated. It was on the news one day, then the next it was in the streets outside. The disease spread like wildfire in a dry shrub land. Everyone I once knew were now those horrible things outside the door of my shelter. Thankfully though, they didn’t know I was in here. But then again I don’t think living people would know I was in here. People usually go to shopping malls, churches, taverns in. The mayor was clearly turning himself on telling her all of this, and as she stroked his cock and felt herself beginning to crave male attention, especially in public, she marveled at how wonderful it all felt. She had wanted to become more outgoing and extroverted, and it looked like she was going to become just that, with a few additional tweaks, of course. She briefly worried about how self-centered the little cock-tease her husband had described seemed to be, and wondered if his words had.