I saw the packet of shot hit and raise a cloud of dust and a little blood, but that was the extent of the injury.Okay, I shifted to full automatic and...poured fire at that same Bunny. The film from the cameras would tell us how many shots hit the Bunny and how many I fired. Later study showed that I hit the Bunny’s face with 8 out of 11 slugs, and only one did any good. That slug happened to enter an eye and thence into the brain. The eye was too soft to trigger the secondary release of the. Zombies don't do ambushes. Werewolves howl when they're hungry. There's no Academy Award for Most Subtle Vampire. Humans don't settle for little evils either, like pissing in your coffee. Before the Apocalypse, I wouldn't have known Captain GunNuts if he disguised himself as a mailman."What the fuck did he plan to do with this many guns?" I asked."I wouldn't," Brandi whispered. "Bianca is pissed we have to make two trips, even with the pickup truck she hotwired." She's pissed!" I squeaked. "I'm. He was trying to mount me. Being eaten out was one thing, letting him screw me was something else. Shocked, I sat bolt upright, sliding my ass back in the seat, blocking his access to my pussy. However, one hand went instinctively down to deflect his cock and accidently grabbed hold of it. When I gripped it, Petey began humping away at my fist. His prick didnt seem to be very big at first and was already dripping fluid from its tip. I dont know why I continued to hold on to the thrusting cock,. I was breathing so heavily, my chest rising and falling underneath his mouth. I was experiencing pure pleasure, and I knew it would only get better from here. He moved his mouth down and kissed my belly as he pulled my jeans off and tossed them on the floor. I had always been ticklish and couldn’t help but giggle. In between kisses, he said, “I love your laugh, but I want to hear you moan,” he said, looking up at me mischievously. He started to kiss my inner thighs and on top of my panties and.