“Hello. I ... come in peace?”An older woman with short-cropped, graying hair and sad eyes looked him up and down, especially the blades hanging on...his belt. “Why then do you wear the weapons and armor of our tormentors?”Logan looked to Alan for guidance. Alan just nodded.“To do to them what they would try to do to me first. To defend myself as I search for a way to escape out of Hell. My name is Logan and this is Karen. Karen is one of you, a damned soul.”“Like us?” Sad Eyes came closer,. I’ve been curious if I would be able to swallow one of their loads and more so, what it tasted like.I didn’t give it much thought when I licked my brothers cum from my panties. It was thick, bitter and salty. Nothing bad, actually the texture was appealing on my tongue. After I took one more lick from them I slid them up my legs into place and wore them as I drifted back to sleep.A few more days passed and I was more mindful of my panties, my brother and the bathroom doors. I made sure the door. At least she was good to her word. She stood up and moved in front of me, her breast still in her hand. Turning around, she stuck her ass an inch from my face and spread her legs. Slowly bending over and resting her hands on the ground, she opened up the paradise she had shown me before. I wanted to say something, but my brain became devoid of all thought except for her as soon as the sweet scent of her sex encompassed my senses. Pulling myself back together, I stuck out my tongue and ran it up. In mid June, my older cousin Joey called me one afternoon and invited me to a picnic in the woods with him and a couple of his friends who he told me were both nineteen. How could I possibly resist that, three older boys, and one of them might want to date me. Joey told me not to tell anyone about it and just to meet him at about two in the afternoon in the woods near my house. He would meet me and show me where the picnic was, and he would also bring everything. I was again curious and really.