I think I was about nine. I watched him pull batteries and pull out the seats of a lot of old cars to recover what people had forgotten or lost. We co...lected a lot more pistols than you'd think. It being the early seventies we found a lot of illegal drugs too. The pills and baggies of white powder got dumped down the storm sewers. Dad took the pot home to get high with mom. From the sounds I heard it sure made her frisky. The batteries brought in a lot of money. The pistols? not so much. It was. She glanced down the cavern and noticed an odd little light near a corner in the tunnel. She ignored it, thinking it was just her retina’s adjusting after her howl. Davo’s answer distracted her.“Hopefully, he is on the other side of the collapsed tunnel. It was very weird that the pocket of gas blew. He must have done something. I didn’t detect enough for a spark to ignite. The breeze was strong enough to blow the tiny amount leaking into the tunnel away,” Davo told them grimly.“Well, I guess. I started to panic.... Well, not really. For some reason I couldn't muster up the energy to panic, or to be scared or, well, anything really.What the hell was going on here? If I'm dreaming then it's a pretty shitty dream. Am I dead? Is this limbo or something? Couldn't be heaven. No clouds. Or pearly gates.Hell maybe? Purgatory? Wait, isn't that for babies. The unbaptized kind? I think that's what I heard from someone, somewhere... Whatever. I don't know much about religion.Anyway, this. She realized what a slut she was becoming, traveling through these fairy tales, but she couldn't even find it in her to curse the old witch anymore. Who could curse anyone who instigated such eventual pleasure?The b**st began rutting in her ass, shoving back and forth hard and mercilessly. Kristen groaned and took it, knowing that she didn't have any other choice... and it did feel good in some ways. The fullest her ass had ever been, that was for sure. Slowly, as the b**st continued his brutal.