I rented a remote farm house and stayed over two months. I even thought of staying permanently, to do my hunting, since Canada doesn't have the death ...enalty and, Heaven forbid, should I get caught and convicted, I could always spend my time recalling my exploits writing about them, like re-living them in detail.Page 8. There are three corpses, (they'd long be skeletons by now) in a park called Algonquin, about seven hours north of Toronto, that will never be found. And so, with the. ." I'm quite serious," I said quietly, "I was with her, oh, nearly two years. I know how I felt about her. I cared about her; last year I would have married her, but now, I know how I feel about you and I really, honestly, cannot think of any woman in the world I would rather be with than you. I'll keep saying it until it sinks in, OK?"Life continued and my feelings for her only deepened and strengthened. I wanted to marry her, but something held me back from asking. It got to a weekend in. She said, that’s what charged me all time, when everyone eyes on my assets, you are the only one exception. After kissing some more time, she asked, I am dying to get fucked by you. I said why honey?She said everytime you pushed my away, I was desperate to win you. But now its not win anymore, I feel I want you to travel inside me, let me feel the real you in upclose and personal. I said can we go for it tomorrow? She said your choice and we disengaged. She took her pant in hand and her key.. He can see her cleavage tucked snugly in her blouse, begging to be released. Jenny doesn’t do or say anything, just continues to look at the photos, unaware of Mike’s intention for her.Mike looks further down, seeing how the small of Jenny’s back curves into her hips and ass, her skirt wrapped tightly around her frame to highlight it even more. He boldly moves his hands down and squeezes Jenny’s tits through her slutty blouse, or at least Mike thinks it slutty enough. As Mike pulls her top.