I look to my left and see that one of the handsome baristas keeps looking over at me while he makes someone's coffee. He's rather tall, has an angular...chin with some cute stubble, and he has medium length wavy brown hair. Once he has served the customer, I walk over to him, swaying my hips, and I lean over the counter to give him a good look at my cleavage.He looks at me and says, "Can I help you?"I look up at him, trying to look sexy and a bit coy and say, "Yeah, you can." I look over to the. I also felt guilt knowing that you spent the last six weeks away from your husband living with me. Am I really your other husband?” Laura tried to alter his train of thought, “At this moment I have one husband, and we are celebrating his birthday.” “Our first anniversary too.” Laura knew, of course she knew, but she had put that thought aside. She reached out with her right hand across the small table to hold her second husband’s left hand. “Happy Anniversary darling.” “And many more to come?”. The disease that had ravaged their world had been very effective.It quickly became apparent that the undead weren't really dead and that they weren't actually zombies by any frame of reference that I knew of. While Hope kept the focus of her report on the current situation on the Earth that she'd identified, she did provide us some background material on the outbreak of the pandemic that had run its course through the population of the other Earth. The fact was that none of the infected people. She was leaning over the bench and she felt her skirt lifted, just like the first time. But this time, his cock was out. She felt it pushing against her panties, probing, rubbing, insistent and urgent. It slipped between her thighs and she clamped them on it, feeling her father humping between her legs, his hands tight on her hips, pulling her back toward him as he thrust. Her pussy was soaked. And then his cock was gone. His fingers briefly rubbed her panties. She wanted to moan. One finger.