None of you could have saved even one more person, Bianca!"I snickered."Then the real dying started. Have you heard the numbers from the professor? Fi...e percent of couples had one of each. A zombie and a survivor! Can you imagine waking up to the love of your life taking a chunk out of your belly? If you want to imagine it, go ask John-John what his sister's screams sounded like!"Pushing my cock down, I touched her cheek with it. I shrugged, took my dick in hand, and slapped Bianca's cheek with. A few returns. Dry cleaning. Then she showed me a pair of jeans she ordered online and wanted to return. The fit wasn't right, but she had ordered the same cut and size. We were in a bit of a hurry, and with a casual, "Fuck it," she dropped her jeans she was wearing, and went to put on the pair that didn't fit well.Maybe she thought I'd turn around -- this was the first time she ever changed directly in front of me -- or maybe she didn't care, but as soon as those pants dropped, my eyes locked. I slid over closer to her and put my hand on her right knee. Traffic was too heavy to use cruise control so she had to keep her right foot on the gas pedal. I slowly slid my hand up her thigh and under her skirt. Her breath caught as my hand touched the crotch of her panties. I rubbed the tips of my fingers up and down over her panty covered slit until I felt the wetness soaking through the thin fabric. I pushed the crotch of panties aside and slid two fingers into her slippery cunt, slowly. His left hand cupped her cheek as she moaned silently, reluctant to belay the desire that caused the ache within her. This was wrong, yet as his other hand explored the curves that lay beneath the cloth of her top, she found she was slipping further and further into herself. As his lips touched her neck, his tongue tracing a line towards her ear, she was vaguely aware of the touch of denim. Her hand cupped the object of her erotic dreams these last few years. If she could see herself she would.