. the nature to kill.When I was only five years old I remember dreaming such things as fires and blood, some things so horrible that when I told anyon... about them they'd either insult me or give me a cold, morbid stare that told me I was some sort of moster, but I didn't understand. These dreams of falling lumber with glowing flames raging, people being slaughtered and crushed by them. The dreams of which a young girl would be ganged up on by a number of men and forced into the most. If Norma wasn't there I would have made a pass at her. I just love old farm woman with huge tits. When we were giving the family our condolences the old man Pastor noticed the inches of cleavage Norma was showing. He probably thought I was her grandson. When we got back to the motel room Norma and I were dieing to fuck. 'I'm so fucking horny Timmy I can't even see straight' she unbuckled my pants and went down on me, stuffing my hard dick into her mouth. I grabbed her hair with both hands and. ” He hesitated. “Uhh, there are boggarts in the swamp, too.”“Boggarts are just children’s stories,” Marco said.“My cousin saw one!” Josip protested. “He was in the fens east of the Bancyra Mountains, and came back to camp to find it stealing his food.”“It was probably just a bear or a mountain lion.”“Taking his supper right off the fire?”“What’s a boggart?” Ellerie asked.“They’re little creatures who live in swamps and marshes,” Josip said. “If we set out some food for them each night as a. They would capture him and have sex with him and dominate him. Whenever he cummed they would orgasm. They would only be allowed to cause minor pain to motivate him to do something and try to think about his pleasure secondary to theirs. Finally, society wouldn't come in and save him if whatever was happening to him was related to the changes made.The entity smiled at what he had done, soon Richard would wake up and his new life would begin. This would be entertaining for years to come. If the.