That was a big mistake she mused for that had simply restricted her to the use of one hole. Next time, and I'm sure there will be a next time, she th...ught, I will have one put in. Lavinia did not even touch her vagina to sooth its soreness with her gentle hands for she remembered that each time she had done so over the past three days it had imparted uncontrollable needs to have it fucked once more and she had gone on the prowl once more to satisfy that need. She chuckled to herself softly. "You are sure one ugly pile of rags," he said looking at her. "Damn," he said as he nicked his finger. He turned and went to the first aid center. He didn't notice the few drops of blood that had fell on the glass coffin.The blood ran across the top of the sheet of glass and found a small seam that hadn't sealed properly. The warm liquid dropped onto the dry rags soaking into them. The warmth and life giving liquid started feeding the dried flesh."Mike what happen to you?" said Professor. Rose tasted unusual tonight, not bad just different,a little thicker discharge that was like the difference between ofpeppermint and menthol.With Jack on his knees between Roses legs, a good 15 minutes later asatisfied Rose said, "Dear you can get up now; I guess every night can'tbe a 10."A disheartened Jack started to immediately apologized, and pleaded formore time to satisfy her. An amused Rose patted the bed next to her.She simply responded, "No Jack you misunderstand. I'm not. There was a foot path that soon turned into sort of a game trail. Bega lice and Sandspurs were hitching a ride on my shoe laces and pant cuffs. Lacy stopped on the trail and faced west, twenty feet in that direction was a small lean-to. It was rotted and grey. Lichen was growing on the wood. There was a new trail of bent grass leading to the lean-to.Lacy stepped onto the bent grass trail and followed it to the open side of the dilapidated shed like structure. Something was covered by an old.