There is simply no future in it Even in my post-coital euphoria I wasn’t stupid enough to imagine Darren would see me as anything but another conque...st. I knew I was never going to be his girlfriend but strangely, at that moment I didn’t really mind. “How do you feel now?” he eventually asked when half the beer had disappeared. “I’m not sure,” I replied honestly. “I ache all over and I’m very sore.” “But did you enjoy it?” he asked as if really wanting to know. “Very much,” I replied, trying to. I pulled her head back by the hair, as far as it would go with her arms wrapped around the tree and held the knife to her neck, pressing hard. I liked the way her body contorted and became motionless in order to keep the blade from slitting her throat. Then I just pulled hard on her hair, tearing a large amount of it from her scalp. I slapped her wounds, spit on her, and beat her with a particularly large, strong branch until it broke. I then decided that I was ready to move on. First, I tied. Maggie was slightly younger than my late mother, I couldn't be sure but my guess was late 70s. She'd been widowed many years ago and my late mother had mentioned disapprovingly that she had had a "fancy man". Maggie had clearly been a very glamorous woman in her youth as she often talked about places she'd been to and the people she'd met. She reminded me of Bridget Bardot, old but still had an underlying attractiveness. "My legs are killing me" she said as we sat with our cups of tea on the. He has some hair on his chest and down the belly, where his 6 pack stands out. I can feel my cock gets bigger and bigger. I have never been so excited.. “Shorts too”. I say. He removes in one move shorts and underwear and now he is standing before me, completely naked apart from shoes and socks. I glance down at his cock. It's not hard. But it's thick. Thicker than mine I think almost black. His balls are hanging down, big black balls. His pubic hair are black and curly. I reach out to touch.