Then it came to me. Poor Mrs. Maes, killing her son’s lover Inez with a pair of scissors in a fit of extreme anger, and accidentally killing her son...Armando in the process. She’d eventually suffered a complete breakdown, and the Maes family had disappeared from Mesilla. In my original timeline, the Maes mansion would ultimately become the Double Eagle Restaurant.“Has anyone heard from the Maes family since they left?” I asked curiously.“No, not a word but so far the company is continuing to run. That can only mean one thing. It's Ion, the entity that is the embodiment of will. Kyle knows this being well enough since he has been the host of Ion before, on more than one occasion.Ion continues it's trajectory toward Kyle, and Kyle, accepting what is going to happen, just stands there. The entity goes inside of Kyle, the impact of him doing so knocks Kyle flat on his ass. Once again, Kyle can feel the power coursing through him. He can admit, he sometimes missed the nigh-omnipotent power.. "I do not know the English term. The Hoa people, ethnic Chinese who fled Vietnam after your war?" He means the 'boat people, ' Waylon," Barry said in his ear, "perhaps as a pejorative." Ah, I understand," Waylon replied aloud. "That was a very long time ago, and no, their nationality doesn't matter to me."The minister smiled at Waylon's youth. "The estate is on Moorea. There's a ferry in the morning, and I will arrange a driver if you would like?"The island of Moorea was a popular vacation and. I felt his finger slip between my bloated pussy lips and over my sensitive little love button. It was like we had been lovers for years, not just minutes. Intuitively, he knew just how to touch me to send me racing to the very peak of my arousal. Within second, I found myself teetering on the very brink of that bottomless abyss of orgasmic ecstasy. “Ohhhh…Randy…you’re doing it to me. You’re going make me cumm. Ohhh…I need this sooo bad. Yeah…make me cumm…please, honey…I need to cumm now.” As.