Slowly but remorselessly it opened her,its pressure so hard and its progress so unthinkably relentless that her mostdesperate, instinctive resistance ...made absolutely no difference to its progressat all. She was merely a soft yielding presence around the thick, smooth crystalof the moving shaft. She shivered with excitement as she felt the spit moving steadily up throughher body, the shaft sliding deliciously through her well lubricated vulva,stretching the elastic walls of her cunt. It opened. Madison said she’d rather go to town than go hunting this morning. Dawn was already putting wood into the fire pit, so it would be burning when everyone else got up.Hoping for a repeat of yesterday’s abundant game, we headed south of Mt. Vernon to the swampy area. We took a dozen pack mules, as well as the three travois from yesterday. Our poor mounts struggled through the swampy ground for half an hour before I heard them. Dawn heard them, too, and grinned at me in recognition.It took another. That was years ago. What happened to me? More to the point, where the hell am I? And come to think of it, who am I?I took a quick look around. Light forest, with moderate undergrowth. I was lying against the trunk of an oak tree at the edge of a small clearing. Complete with babbling brook running through it. A more pastoral scene one could not imagine, though that bard from Stratford certainly tried-Okay, focus. Only a few clouds in the sky--the sun was directly overhead, which probably meant. A beautiful restaurant with a wonderfulview of the beach and the ocean; fresh tasting food; and a waiter who wasboth entertaining and discreet.The two sat together in cozy booth, sampling each other's dishes,stealing a kiss occasionally.As they finished their meal, Frankie put her hand on Alex's thigh andstroked his leg. She kissed him, thanking him again for such a wonderfuldinner.When the waiter asked them if they'd like to see the dessert menu,Frankie looked at Alex and shook her head. Alex.