"Don't be in such a hurry. Try to forget what happened." You're mean," she said, pulling away and hurrying down the ladder. "And I hate you," she yell...d, running back toward the house.I yanked my boots back on, saddled up my poor horse and rode back toward camp in the dark, almost sure I could not refuse her a second time. That is when I met Paulina.She was standing on a short bridge over a wandering stream that I had already crossed three times, wrapped in a tattered quilt and barefoot, her. Perhaps, it is animal magnetism, stemming from the obliteration of my soul. Perhaps, the explanation is supernatural, rather than natural. Suffice it to say it exists. With a wave of a hand, a cock of the head, a focusing of the eye, or sometimes merely a thought, I can get them to do whatever I want. Anything. No matter how depraved, no matter how bestial… Again, let me remind you of the ‘irony’ of my existence. I can never again know satisfaction, but I can have whoever I want… So who do I. On one of the Canaries. We opted for this to avoid all the holidays assholes in the hotel resorts! A good friend of ours, got us the villa really cheap! He, his gorgeous and well-tanned, wife "H"! And their sexy, blonde, PAWG, daughter, "Izzy". Had met us at the airport and drove us to the villa! H, was a really sexy, sandy-blonde, curvy, mom of nearly 50! With big, heavy, udder-like, tits! That she proudly paraded in any bikini, or, halter-top! She could manage to squeeze those mounds of. It was huge! I nodded in answer to his question. “In the trunk of my car.”“Good,” he said, and then squatted. He lifted several limbs with his lower arm, like pushing a blanket up to look under a bed. He pulled out a small handsaw and looked up at me. “Get a good grip on her while I cut her down.”I nodded, shivering in the cold, and reached deep into the limbs to get a grip as close to the trunk as possible.He slipped in under the limbs and I felt the vibration of his saw biting into the wood..