As an opener, Gerd asked Ben about the Australian hunting situation. He and a close friend had made enquiries about a shooting holiday in Australia. T...e Northern Territory attracted them with the no-limits hunting of buffaloes. What held them back was that they had read that crocodiles were now protected from commercial hunting.Quite stirred up, taking a deep draught of beer, Gerd declared, “Bloody Greens, in Australia too! Here, they are now telling us not only when but what we are allowed to. A devious glint in her eye Julie moved next to me running her hands down to smooth her dress. Leaning close she whispers how much she has missed my cock, which she emphasized by rubbing my member through my shorts. Smiling I run a hand up from her knee to her silky-smooth inner thigh feeling the heat coming from her cunt. Parting her legs and taking the hint my fingers trace her moist naked slit causing a small gasp to escape from her full lips. Rubbing her little clit her legs clamp down. ‘Are you fucking nuts?’ Dan asked as we headed back towards my apartment on our morning run. ‘There is no way on earth you can do it, physically it’s just not possible. Shit, have you even talked to your work about it? Do you have any idea how long that’s going to take you?’ he yelled as he just kept peppering me with questions on why it couldn’t be done, and he was probably right. You see I came up with this hair brain scheme to walk from my apartment in Orlando to the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota. On Saturdays, we'd play D&D in Spencer's basement. I guess you could say that we were your typical socially awkward nerd boys.The island cured me of that. I hoped that this holiday would do the same for them.Spencer was one of the skinniest persons I've ever known. He was about the same height as I, but his thinness made him look taller. He had bushy black hair that pointed out of his head in all directions.His father was a county judge, who worked at the county seat, about 30 miles from our.