..It was summer time and I left my house around 4 in the afternoon. I managed to sneak out of work a bit early on that particular day. Sneaking into m... pickup without having to chat with the neighbors was always a chore. It was a sprint to say the least. But I did it. There was no opportunity between my place and his to dress so what the hell, the possiblility of being caught made it all that much hotter anyway.So I left the house in a skin tight black dress, barely long enough to cover my ass. "well it's the same sad story lover boy. It's a piece of rubber and fucking plastic. Trust me, if I had a flesh and blood cock, I would have pushed it in your mouth a long time ago, I choke and gag on cocks all the time, but I keep going. 'Let's see how you do. Don't puke all over me. You want me to keep going, or just pack up and walk out the door? All I can do today is give you an experience you will never ever forget as long as you live. I like the thought that you'll still be jacking off to. Pushing the plate aside, I looked around the room to make sure everyone was paying attention."Behind my house, it's a park," I said. "The three houses have gated backyards. The second day, most of the zombies left the park. A survivor group must have run through the park or something. This little zombie girl in a blue dress passed close to my gate. I ran out, put a bag over her head, and dragged her in the house. Dragged IT into the house!"Pushing her thigh against my arm, Ashley sat on the. "* * *Kelly and her two cousins spent a leisurely afternoon enjoying mud-packfacials, Swedish massages, and finally ended up in a small sauna wearingnothing but white beach towels. Over the course of the afternoon, Kellylearned that Brenda worked at the "Bored of Trade" (in Katie's words) asa commodities broker, Katie had returned to U of I to become an architectafter interning at the Indianapolis Museum of Art, and absolutely nothingabout why they had befriended her. Shrouded by billowing.