Once that place had flowed with more life than any of the inhabitants knew what to do with. The demons flocked to it, they breed. They drained the wor...d.When I say demons I do not mean demons such as you would say. It is simply for the physical description I am hoping for. The name demon has an associated image scorched within your minds. Mostly this image comes from your religion or the religion of others with sway over your imagination. The demons I speak of are monsters. Creatures of all. I rested my upper lip just above her hood, stabbed my tongue between her lips, and sucked them in.“Oh. Oh. Oh, yeah,” she whimpered. Her hand settled on the back of my head for a moment, but apparently it was too difficult to balance without the support of both hands, and she braced it behind her again. “Does my pussy taste good? Better than Mom’s?”She did. I don’t know whether it was a genuine difference, the sweet revenge of licking my ex’s daughter, or simply the novelty of having my face. Okay?”“Since you drained me absolutely dry about an hour ago, I might as well.” Then he kissed her and the passion again flowed between them. “Darling,” he whispered when their lips parted, “you are the finest wife in the whole damned world.” Looking deeply into her eyes, he tried to convey his love. Then he said, “This morning in church I thanked God for bringing you to me. Barbara Jensen Sloan, you have made me the happiest man in the whole world.”“Wow!” Barb exclaimed. “What brought that on?. " Oh, it's no problem at all. We enjoy your company." Can you help me this time, Sirs?", I asked, somehow knowing the men in white would be here soon. I breathed faster, started sweating. I put all of my effort into standing on the lines. They shrank back down, to my feet. They never helped. If they care about me so much, why do they never help?!Light. Blinding light. Though I try to keep them open, my eyes are clenched shut. My eyes burn. The light ignites my tears."I'M ON THE LINES!", I.