The distance wasn’t the difficult part; hauling the large bundle of meat along the narrow forest trail was going to be difficult and extremely tirin..., but I couldn’t risk taking only part of it and returning the next day for more. I cut down some saplings to use for the construction of the travois. Once we ate and were ready, I loaded the hide bundle and my pack onto the travois and we were on our way.Even with the early start, it took nearly all day to reach our camp. But, home never looked. Greg had a pretty level head on his shoulders, especially considering his heritage. He grew up, and still lived, in a run down 2 bedroom house in the poorest section of town. His father was an alcoholic who had trouble holding a job for more than two weeks at a time. His mother, also an alcoholic, was the town punching bag. She would fuck anybody (except her husband) any time, anywhere, and didn’t care who knew it. He didn’t hate his parents, but he hated what they had become. Because of them,. Harlyn felt herself getting more and more antsy and her domineering side was coming out. As she drove them back to Sarah’s house she finally got fed up with Sarah laughing and slammed her head into the dash, causing her to pass out. That was better, she was so tired of listening to the bitch whine and moan and groan about her ex.When Sarah woke it was completely dark and her mind was a little fuzzy. She could not remember much. The last thing she remembered was Harlyn saying she was going to. ***Angelina draped her arms over Ron’s shoulders as she nibbled and sucked on his tongue. He was a serious kisser, and he held her tight as he reached down to squeeze her ass. She had gotten him turned around so that her back was to the island in the middle of the kitchen. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist as she leaned back. The simple physics of it pulled him forward and she thumped down on the counter. He never broke their kiss though as he pulled her forward so that.