Two or more women in a grave could produce a demonic being formed from an amalgam of them. That could be instantly fatal.I have chosen the grave of a ...oman, Phyllis, who died of diphtheria in the 1930s when she was 34. I have checked the records of the graveyard. She was buried well apart from other graves, in an extension of the original graveyard. Her grave is isolated because an access path built a few weeks after her burial separated it from both the old cemetery and all the other graves in. She wore a short tight pleated mini skirt made of black PVC that hung on her slender waist. Her tight black top was made of the same material and across her boobs were the words ' Vampire U' written in red. Under her skirt, she sported thigh high nylons and she carried black pom-poms in her handsHer long blond hair had been coloured black and there were streaks of grey in it. Her pretty face was a deadly shade of white and she sported the blood red lipstick and fangs. She had even splurged and. “I guarantee this will be a whole lot better than that photo you came on last time you were in here,” Veronica said as she rubbed her clit with her fingers. I had no trouble getting hard as I walked right up to her and pressed my cock up into her sticky cunt. She laid back on the desk as I began fucking her, holding her legs up by my side. It was so intense fucking her on her husband’s desk who hated my guts. The danger factor got me rock hard as I rammed my cock in and out of Veronica. . It was the most wonderful smell and taste I have ever come in contact with in my life.I can still remember the strong smell of sex that filled my nostrils -- I loved it. I reached over and began to rub my mother's breast as she continued to fuck her soping wet hole. And I can still to this day remember how warm her soft flesh felt. She looked at me and smiled as she clasped her hand over mine and began rubbing her breast with a circular motion directly over her nipple and areola. Sierra seemed.