He was a man of Caucasian complexion, most notably from southern Europe, my hair was short and black, my face was although young and was very simple.M...y body had no fat, but neither had muscle mass, and my height would surely be between eight and ninety.I knew something was wrong since I could basically be the perfect extra, the perfect average human, and then I realized I didn't remember who the hell he was. I could remember things I could remember events in the world and things of no. For 2 more weeks we met and the same routine played out, I was in heaven, I had met my dream top, a guy who’s cock didn’t go soft and 3 hours of solid fucking, where had he been for so long, was all I could think of, as my body was used by him, Then as we played the following week I said, how come you haven’t cum yet,He said “I have a problem”, I thought at first of course maybe it was a medical problem or some thing like that, “What” I asked, he looked at me and said that his cock once hard. She still talks about coming here whenlittle Toussaint is older, but more and more vaguely and remotely astime goes on -- first she was going to wait until Toussaint was ten,and then until she was fifteen, and now she says she will wait untilour daughter is married before joining me here. It hurts, but I don'tblame her; and when I'm thinking most clearly, I don't really want herto come. Not many marriages have lasted through fifteen years of thisconstant body-shuffling, where you rarely wake. Suddenly a tall projection of wood and plant shot from the ground piercing his arm. Groaning in pain he fell to the ground. He felt more vine like plants racing toward him. What the hell was going on? Those were hunter items! Smiling he lifted as fast as he could, this was going to be immensely challenging! It made his heart and blood race thinking of going against not only a wild magic user but one who was obviously no where as stupid. Much, much smarter than the ones he gone after and killed.