He seemed to actually enjoy working on my secret garden with his bad boy equipment and I allowed him to wander all the way back to my tight little rea... door to show me how skilled his tongue could reach into difficult to cover corners requiring oral attention.My legs were up so high in the air that I almost touched the ceiling and he constantly dug deep into my gut with his tongue to show me that no area was unreachable. I counted at least three separate orgasms before he even started to get. Finally he reached over his right shoulder and as best as he could he felt around with his left hand. His fingers felt the top edge of a ragged hole in his skin where the shot had left his body; however the pain of stretching his body made him moan.The sailor slumped back against the tree and decided there was good news and bad news. The good news was the bullet appeared to have gone completely through his body; the bad news was he had no idea if the wound was infected or if there had been any. This, while impossibly subtle tosuch as ourselves ("Outlanders", as the Kylieans call us), is plain andobvious to the Kyliean eye. Katarina told me that, after years ofliving among them, she had also learned to see these differences,though she was unable to explain them to me in such a way as would letme perceive them. Those differences which mark men from women amongpeople of other lands, the Kylieans see not as separating man fromwoman, but rather as beast from man; for our beards, deep. I wiped across my chin and lips. Looking at the towel, I sawthe makeup on it. But only for a second. It faded off the towel before myeyes. I repeated the procedure just to make sure I hadn't made a mistake. Thesame thing happened. I looked in the mirror and did it one last time. I couldsee on my face were the makeup was removed, but in the blink of an eye, itreappeared. This was wonderful. I would never have to worry about pu ttingmakeup on, something I wasn't very good at doing.I left the.