Her island could be anything she wanted it to be. On this island she was full of confidence, happy with herself and all her slight imperfections. Here...she was in total control of her world. Or so she thought.It was a small island, yet it had all of natures' beauty. It had the most spectacular rainforest. She walked here to clear her troubled mind. It was serene, calming.The island also had massive cliffs, jagged and unforgiving. This is where she walked when full of anger. As she walked, there. Then, why did I still have that stupid feeling in the back of my head? At the same time as the Troll gibbered his last words, he lifted his left hand towards me, and I could see a magical drop forming there. I had already been moving my hand towards his, but I stopped the movement as soon as I noticed the drop.Before that moment I had only seen bottomless sadness in the eyes of my mother when she heard about my father’s death. What I saw now in the eyes of that young Troll was something. I posed with all my clothes on for the first few shots. I was wearing a tight leather mini and pink tank top with high leather boots. My makeup was on accentuating my full lips (DSL; Dick sucking lips as he would call them) and my legs were shaved smooth as always. He then had me lift my blouse and show my bra that was filled with my natural titties. I had always had natural small titties, a nice handful with small perky nipples. He then had me remove the blouse, put my hands against. Then I rationalized that the chances were better for me to pick numbers 1 through 8. Every night Jake would kiss balls 9 through 12 and place them gently back into the basket. Jake's birthday was on Wednesday and we had agreed in advance to buy his present on Saturday, or if one of those dreaded number 9-12 balls showed up to act it out on Saturday. Wednesday evening after supper Susan and her Husband came over. It was like a party atmosphere. Me, hoping for a number 1-8 and everybody else for.