Interview With A Zombie

Interview With A Zombie

I alway had the taste for Flesh. It was the winter of 1983, I was 10 years old, living in bumbfuck, Texas. It was me and my mom and brother and my sister, spending quality time in a one room luxury out-house ,owned by Mr. And Mrs. crosswell; An old White couple who've been married for forty years. Mrs. Crosswell was my first meal.

Mrs. Crosswell had come to our home to bring us biscuits that she made from scratch, using only the perfect ingredients; but everything looked good being hungry and a kid. My mother worked for her for rent for all of us. So much that, I would sometimes, me and my siblings would fall asleep underneath the stair case of the foyer.
One evening I woke up from my sleep by the squeaky sounds that the stairs made. Mrs Crosswell was the guilty party that night. I couldn't help myself to see where she was going ; mainly because she was bare assed. I know what you're thinking, saggy titties and an ass that hung to the floor. That wasn't the case, not by a long shot; in fact, she was built like a naughty school teacher on a Friday. Sweaty, horny , and ready to let loose.
Sorry about that, I lost focus for a second... where was I, oh yes, eating Barbra, I mean Mrs Crosswell.
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My name is Barkley but you can call me Hungry.