A vaporizing mist caresses her face. Yes, there’s something there. Slowly creeping through the trees, she carefully looks into what appears to be a ...mall campsite lining an old cave. A warm fire dances freely among a circle of stones. Over the flames, a black iron pot steams. Nearby, a collection of furs is spread on the ground, cushioning a broad figure. His dark eyes meet hers. His almost familiar crooked smile takes her in. He puts down the book he had been paging through. He rises to his. She always said she needed a younger man to satisfy her sexual lust, but an older man to satisfy her material needs. It was a lust without compromise. Kirsten pursued sex like school kids craving candy. It was an insatiable desire.It could have been that Bjorn had embezzled a portion of Mrs. Olsen's wealth, or she just gave it to him. Rumors surrounded the whole affair before he left for New York City. Kristen stayed in Bergenville looking after other love interests and there were several.Soon. What follows will hopefully make the reason obvious – in short, I have had better things to do than write !Do not read this story expecting heavy scenes of flogging and gang rape. It is a genuine account of real people and actual events, albeit I’ve taken a bit of license recreating some dialogue. Please note that what follows is not intended to be a full day-to-day diary. That would be boring and it would take me too long to write anyway. It is mostly a random collection of my memories and. I, of course was similarly corrupt so we made a good pair. My bride to be was tall for a woman at five nine,. She had very nice tits, which she described as hand made and I described as forty four magnums. Broad shouldered and strong from factory work with a reasonable waist and broad hips. Irene liked her food so she was what I would call comely or nicely padded. Sliding a hand down her knickers you discovered she had a very large mound before you slid into a very nice fleshy cunt. Thick flaps.