I am one of those people who lives for the thrill of the life-or-death match. As you may have noticed, I do not carry a gun, but prefer a blade in sev...ral forms. That way, I do not have an advantage in weapons upon my adversaries, so the thrill of combat is much greater." Son of a bitch, you really are a piece of work! How long have you been at this game you play?" If I recall correctly, my first fatal encounter was with a would-be kidnapper when I was about nine years old. My French tutor had. ’ It was where he went after his greatest triumphs. For an hour or so, he meditated. He felt so at peace with the forest and with himself. He no longer cared what happened to him or the world. He was satisfied. Then he stood up and beat his chest furiously and gave out a roar. He was a man who was very much in touch with his primitive nature. In his hand, he held a pot pipe. Behind the rock was a large pot plant. He pulled off some of the most luscious green buds and filled the pipe with. I peered down the side of the car to see Angie standing near the back bumper. She was still attired in her running outfit. My heart practically skipped an entire beat.“I think I left my house keys on your dining room table,” she pronounced. I nodded my head to indicate that it was okay with me, for her to pass back into the house to retrieve her keys. As she inched her way down the side of the car, I simply stayed where I was, forcing her to place a hand on my back and squeeze past me.As she. Her naval was looking very sexy with a well-toned stomach.I was getting horny my dick was rising in pants my mood was just getting to attack her.I was such on one topic because I cannot concentrate.She noticed that and bent forward to help me.While she explaining me a topic I was looking at her body.Ahe was in a position of full bend down And I was looking at her boobs then at her ass and then stomach.She saw me staring at her.She called my name once but I was in deep thought she called my name.