Palmer and what he discovered. The guy immediately began encouraging Christopher to pursue Ms. Palmer.Christopher began to make it routine for him to ...alk home, going through the pathway along side Ms. Palmer's house. He'd wait until dusk and watch her talk on the phone, prepare her supper and undress from her day. She followed the same routine. Bottoms off in her bedroom, top off in the bathroom. Christopher was desperate to see her tits, but every time she would emerge from the bathroom in. I smiled, and spoke."My little cum-loving faggot, that's what you are, huh?" YES YES YES!" he babbled, cupping my big, fleshy ass in his hands."You've eaten a lot of your own cum," I continued, milking his cock by tightening my pussy around it. "Want to try...someone else's?"There it was, out in the open. His eyes went wider. His thrusts stopped."What?" he asked in astonishment. "Are you...what???" I needed something you couldn't give me, Timmy," I continued, slowly resuming my up and down on. The blades snapped up as he dropped into a crouch. His mind spun, swirling down to it’s center core, that same place he had tapped into the Beast and Master’s hidden home, at the beginning of his meditation. Slowly and methodically, his body began to move, almost dancing across the floor, blades moving in patterns that demanded total control. Keeping the two blades moving with powerful, accurate purpose took every bit of power and control he had summoned. One slip or a single moment of failure. March 1988It was a cloudy night in mid-March in the Manistee National Forest. It was after midnight and my mood was blacker than the outside night. There was a good fire going in the fireplace, but the flames did nothing to soften my mood.My name is Tyler Andrew Thompson, and when I was sitting in that cabin I was 39, and ready to quit the human race. I wanted to just roll up the sidewalks and roads to my cabin and keep people awayThe events leading up to that dark mood started in 1972 when I.