"Hunters go deep in the bush – and shoot a lot – and eat what they shoot," she whispered.She cocked her head and gave him a look of no uncertain i...tentions."But-but – your husband…" he croaked. "He's way over on the other side of the valley, Dan. He'll never know."That wasn't true, as a matter of fact.It was Dan that didn't know.And he didn't know what to do, either, lusting for this fiery lady yet fearful of being caught in adultery. He took a step back – and bumped up against a tree. He stood. ?Yes master!?, she tried to yell, ?Yes I’m yours! I am your slave! I’m helpless! But please spare me! Please! I beg you!? But nothing came out but her continuous howl of pain. She had surrendered, but he was not done punishing her. He would continue for ten more minutes, Alice’s brain static with horrendous pain the whole time. Finally the man pulled all the way out. Satisfied with his torturing of Alice, he ended with one last strong slap to Alice’s butt. But she could give little more. I thought, “Now’s my chance to get Gwen alone and show her just what I want.” I waited a minute or so and excused myself, too, just in time to catch Gwen leaving the bathroom. I grabbed her around the waist from behind and pulled her against me. Her nice ass pushed against the bulge in my pants as I kissed her neck.“I want you, Gwen. I think you know that,” I whispered.She pulled away and said, “You know we can’t do anything, Bill,” and she walked away, leaving me aroused and frustrated.But the. . and hear the ocean surf... and smell the salt air... and feel the warm clean sand beneath his body... He could. He could do all of those things. Jim slowly opened his eyes to an achingly clear blue sky filled with gulls that were crying out to him. Jim stared at the birds in wonder. Their cries were similar to the birds in Wildwood and yet subtly different... more complex he thought. And the carriages of their bodies looked strangely different too.They were as agile as any gull he had ever.