"Hi, Kris," she said softly and tonelessly. Then she returned her attention — such as it was — to the cereal floating in the milk.Dear God! Kris s...lently prayed, please help this child! She's exactly like I was. Her eyes are just as dead. And she's so young! Her life has scarcely begun.You'll have to do that yourself, Kris, came the immediate reply. There is no one alive better equipped for the task than you, the Voice said to her silently. If you can't do it, it can't be done. Then she will. But they're important. I want to do this really right, it's my only time. And doing it right means I have a matron of honor, that's Janet, and you need a best man. I know you don't have close friends on board, but there's Gustav, there's Bernard, maybe even John—" I have an idea on that front," he interrupted."Okay, who?" You will know soon enough. Will you let me know when you begin to speak of wedding ceremonies tomorrow? I would like to attend."She shrugged. "Sure, if you want. Stick around,. The fact that I was already sixteen did not faze them at all. The perfect solution came in my grandparents who always complained they did not get to spend enough time with "their little girl."Yes, even at sixteen they knew if I had the chance, I would fuck or suck most any person or thing within 20 miles of our farm especially our nigger farm hands.However, for me, I could not have been more excited. You see, my grandparents had been the objects of my sexual curiously ever since puberty. For. Sometime before we finished grade school something happened one day. I was smelling her just as always but this time she got wet and had an orgasm. At this point the 3 of us kinda figured this was bad but it became our secret until my Mom caught us and beat our ass and explained to us this is a bad thing. My father lectured us and we were no longer allowed to play with the door closed.It stopped for a while but the craving was there. I needed to smell pussy and then one day I discovered panties.