It just depends on what you’re looking for.” The bartender handed her a glass half-filled with an opaque liquid. She took a drink, leaving behind a smear of lipstick on the blowjob glass. “You might want to be careful flashing that silver here. The police won’t be able to help you if it gets taken.” “I know how to keep it safe, but it’s not just the silver that gives it value.” He held it up, showing her the two sides. The coin had a glass lens pressed to its back. One side was a glistening mirror and the other was pure silver, engraved with a skull and incantations in a language that even before the war, few people knew about. “Without the glass, it’s just a piece of metal. Do you know how mirrors are made? A glass membrane amateur is backed with a layer of a reflective substance, originally a mixture of mercury and tin. This is called silvering. Later, they were made using actual silver. In the modern age, the silver was replaced with aluminum.” The man eyed the mirror behind the bar. “That mirror is definitely aluminum.” “I’m pretty sure the silver is the only reason anyone would steal it.” “Only because they don’t know the true value of the mirror.” He then glanced up at the TV. It was a relic from the old world, but it still worked just fine. The news anchor was big speaking with some government scientist about the possibility of the zombie plague returning. “Look at them, a hundred years since the undead butt rose and they still know nothing about them. They can’t even scratch the surface.” The woman gave him an inviting look, knowing that there was more he wanted to say. She wanted to see if he had the courage to say it without needing to be asked and hoped it would be interesting. The man smiled and held up the silver coin. “I know secrets about the dead. It was not a virus that allowed the dead to rise, it was the dead themselves. There is no light of Heaven, no flames of Hell, only the darkness of Purgatory, and when a black hole is torn in that membrane, the dead pour back into our world. The “disease” that spread from person to person was really an ocean of spirits pouring into hosts. The darkness strips away all humanity. Once death has claimed you, your memories and feelings vanish, and you become an embodiment of hunger for that which you do not have: life.” The woman rolled her eyes in disappointment. She decided that she didn't care. She kept rubbing his prick onto her big vulva for some time, enjoying the sensation, but after a few times, her body was telling her it wasn't enough. Hallelujah. Becky hadn't bothered putting her thong on after going to the restroom. Can you bring new drinks!" Then it started again and his body reacted the same way, instant arousal. She took the blouse and bra, setting it on a counter before unlocking a drawer and opening it. "We are going there next week." Sam Davies His cock wasn't even hard. She began to bounce on top of him, the bed creaking and moaning as she did so. She hardly acknowledged me, and instead devoted her adoring attention to her captor. “In New York I had a boyfriend. “Miss James … going out somewhere formally dressed tonight?” She couldn’t suppress a girlish giggle. She looked very angry. Janel stopped walking and caught Abby’s arm to face her “Call him mom, let’s find out.” It was settled, Abby and Janel, thirty-eight-year-old mother and sixteen-year-old daughter planned another sexual assault on their neighbor and friend. A few minutes later the door opened and a man told us that they were ready for us. Hillenbrand prides itself on being an black equal opportunity employer. The first 5 or 6 swats hurt, but then my butt seemed to go a bit numb. “Besides, we’ve met Nicole all of three times. She just smiled and said, “Maybe. Heather didn't know, but her pussy quivered, reminding her that it needed to be filled blowjob soon. She butt did it while holding the small dog by the butt, with both hands, and repeatedly pressing its pelvic area up against hers, to thrust its small penis in and out of her vagina. Ian trudged into the kitchen the next morning, his limp not quite gone. I didn’t instantly push it out with my tongue, but tasted it more thoroughly and even tried swallowing some of it once when he suggested I’d do so. I saw John still pacing the floor of the Chateau. On the bus, I took the form of a young man of about twenty-two, and I took my place among the girls, who were vastly in superior numbers to the guys on the bus. I just about fainted as my amateur entire body shivered from the touch of his lips. A tear was falling from her eye now. Other moms waited near their cars to pick up their children.