"What’s going on??" I'm pathetically trying to get up."Shh shh baby girl. It's been a long day. You need to stay in bed and continue resting." You g...ntly push me back into the bed and sit next to me, handing me a glass of water."You'll need to stay hydrated sweetheart, drink up. I'll explain everything in the morning when you're more clearheaded, ok?" I realize trying to fight would be entirely useless so I drink the water, assuming I likely do need it after... ugh. I can't even say the word to. “I see what you mean,” he said, laughing. We clinked glasses and he added, “Here’s to well-groomed women.”He refreshed our glasses. “This is amazing wine,” he said in a dominant tone. “I’d like to drink it off that bald vagina of yours.”What he couldn’t anticipate was that I’d love it also. I told him that, after my dinner with Diane and Kay, I was hoping that I’d have my pussy licked tonight. “Why, are you gay?”“No, John, I'm bi,” I said, “and sometimes you need what you need when you need. We watched a man get up from his grave and shuffle toward the cemetery entrance. It was a wonder that such a bag of bones could even stand.Its sunken, leathery head had skin pealing off its skull. The jawbone appeared ready to fall off and its eyes gave an eerie glow. Pieces of flesh stuck loosely to its bony body as it moved stiffly forward. All around him rose up from their graves. I noticed the dead look in their eyes and the fact that; except for one, all the bodies were female. It looked. There was Nelson who was the butcher. And of course there was Carl who was Mr. Huey's son-in-law. But then there was Jolene!Jolene was a walking wet dream. She was slim with big tits and blue eyes. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a long ponytail. She made my dick hard just looking at her!One day I was watching her and thinking about what she looked like naked."Be careful trying to get too friendly with her. You might find yourself in a bad way!" Becky said quietly to me."What do you mean?" I.