“It’s wonderful seeing you active again,” Thomas said. “If I hadn’t seen it myself, I wouldn’t believe you died a few days ago.”“Yeah,...the unbelievable is becoming fairly ordinary since she showed up,” Helen observed.“How are you feeling?” Fredrick asked, studying her face for clues to her mental state.“I’m fine. I’m still sore, but I suspect the zombie cells give me an increased healing capacity. That’s why the undead get up and fight so soon after dying.”Helen studied the Collective women. The More You Want Someone Else, The More Your Man Wants YouAgain, you’re playing on the competition and the teasing aspect of things here… The more that you act as if you WANT to be a Hotwife, the more that your husband or partner is going to WANT you. His desire for you is going to skyrocket, his sexual desire for you is going to make it so that he’s ready to chew his own leg off to get you back in bed. I have experienced this firsthand many times…if I am completely honest about an “encounter”. Finnaly she told me to turn around and she grabbed a towel and placed it just over her face. I turned and she placed the towel over my junk. She knew where my junk was, she had been looking for it the whole time and being careful to get close but not actually touch it. She knew it was in the hole and she now saw a hard on just under the towel. She started to massage my chest and legs and arms. Then she pulled the towel completely off. She saw my junk and didn't say anything. Instead she started. You mouth on my neck. Softly biting my tender skin. Your breasts are pressing into mine. I can feel the heat from your pussy on my own. You press your hips into mine, just a little. I can feel the slick texture of our pussy lips touching. Softly. You slide your hand in between us, and run one slender finger through my slit. I shiver in response. "Oh, you are liking this." You sound surprised. "Yes," I softly sigh. I want to beg you. Plead with you, to please put that finger in my wet hole..