The three friends then went home, leaving this dark, dreary and dangerous neighborhood as quickly as they could.Stacy was lying in bed later that nigh..., alone, with Lara just outside, in the hall, talking on her cell phone. The door was closed, but she could still hear her talking. She sighed contentedly. She felt as though today had been the best day of her life, but it had been no different from any other. Then an old man appeared in her room. Just appeared.Stacy screamed and the old man. The vomit spewed, hot and steaming, to the ground. Max laughed again. "Getting to you, cunt? Too bad. You should have thought of that before you shot him." Sally looked as though she were only holding on by the skin of her teeth. Julie felt a new surge of contempt for them both. The burial hadn't been a pleasant experience, but she couldn't see that it was worth all this fuss.Connie stood, and in the light from the window Julie noticed that some of the vomit had splattered on the girl's breasts. There was no way she was going to be able to let her body feed on these new found urges as often as she felt she had to to keep them at bay.Today however she had no plans. Today she would be able to explore whatever her body desired. There would be time later to deal with these problems, she thought as her hands again found their way down across her naked body.As she lay panting and sweating after two more heavy orgasms, she had an idea. Looking at the clock on the bedside table, her mind noted. She knew that he would come quickly the first time and it was important to take the edge off his appetite before she settled down to a long night of love making. She had many delightful plans for the night, and she did not want him coming in the midst of them before completing what she wanted him to do. She embraced him and then guided him to the bed. She made him lie down on his side and then climbed in and lay by his side in the opposite direction. She raised her leg and he eagerly crept.