You duck under the descending, thorny branches of an overgrown tree and move without haste - something the creature chasing you didnt care to mimic as...it sprinted on all fours into the spiky bramble.You exit the bush and finally risk your first glance back - the furry mammal is roaring and tearing against the vines. Held, but you could see it breaking free.“Fuck,” you breathe as you turn and run further down the road. Your eyes dart to the left. Before the bombs, this would have been a pleasant. “It looks like you got four antelopes instead of three. I hope that fourth one won’t go to waste.”Kit scoffed, “That’s what the Good Lord invented smoking for. The meat will last long enough to be used. Don’t you worry. It won’t go to waste.”Kit gave us a display of his mountain experience leading us to the antelope and then in almost no time field dressing all four antelope. We put the four antelope on the mule, rode back down the mountain, and less than two hours after we stopped we were on. Gobs of fluids slowly oozed out her body and began to puddle on the cushion beneath her.The old man leaned forwards and eased himself into her. This guy was like old enough to be our father and maybe our grandfather and he was fucking her. Not once since before the gang bang had my cock softened and it ached for release. I touched it and sucked in a gasp of air. It was so tender and so sensitive.The old man reminded me of a train slowly building speed until he was slamming on her like most of. Though he had barely registered the motion of the guy’s hand, the cracking noise was like a gunshot in the cafeteria, and the red handprint on Amy’s face unmistakable. *** Traces Jake Edwards has left on Amy’s body are equally unmistakable, as are those left behind by Freddy Calhoun before him. They were small scars, always easily hidden by clothing, existing as permanent reminders of the worst aspects of obsessive possessiveness. You couldn’t call that love, by Greg’s book. People could be.