The biggest one is that demons are from Hell. Nope.Weird, right? Where else would demons come from? Well, the answer to that is twofold. Number one, t...ere is no hell. At least, none that I've come across, and I've been in this game for a while. Number two, there is somewhere else for them to come from. In fact, you'd be surprised to learn, we make demons. Every day, on your way to work and someone cuts you off, whenever you get in an argument with your husband, whenever the thick emotions. My junior year I lived at a popular college apartment building. Kind of like Melrose Place, where the guys and gals all got to know one another and there was a lot of messing around. One night, I got together with a gal on my floor, Carrie. She was cute and though she was technically older than me by about 4 months, she had a baby face. She looked much younger. Carrie was thin and just generally looked u******e. One thing led to another and before we knew it we were naked. Not only was. She was the boldest, and leapt at me. The girl's sudden weight on my back threw me off-balance and the three of us went sprawling to the ground in a tangled mess of limbs as the girls struggled to get away from me.My pecker was aching hard and I wanted to stick it into one of the objects of my voyeuristic affections. Latonya rolled away, so I grasped Marybeth's spankies and panties, and yanked them down her ass. She didn't resist; part of my Pact was for the women I molested to enjoy it. I. Reaching down I scooped it up and tasted it. It was sweet, and a little salty, but it tasted pretty good to me.John walked over and sat on the couch. He began to stroke his now limp dick, trying to get it hard for our last fuck of the night. I walked over and sat down next to him, deciding to help him out. I grabbed his cock and slowly began stroking it. After a few slow strokes, I took just the tip of his dick in my mouth and began swirling my tongue over the head. Immediately I could taste.