All of the stresses as well as the memories of him and everything about him converged in her groin. Her legs clamped together, her face flushed and sh... stood, frozen in place until the feelings and her orgasm subsided.Thankfully she had been alone in the booth, so no one else had seen her, but her face was still flushed when she opened the curtain again. "Cathy, what's the matter? Are you alright? Why is your..." and then she stopped asking because she recognized the signs and realized what had. " Anyway, I passed through Thessaloniki and generally enjoyed a leisurely tour up into the mountains of Bulgaria, where I promptly got lost.When I found a tiny farm, I stopped to ask the way to somewhere I could buy diesel and get a bed for the night. The farmer had a few ... very few ... words of English, and I had a Bulgarian phrase book, which would have been more help if he'd spoken ordinary Bulgarian, but with a smattering of Greek, a few words of Bulgarian, English and gestures, he. He heard her make a little mewing noise above him and she breathed out an ‘Oh God.’ Oh fuck yes!’ The exact words in the story.She had never felt so happy, so ready to burst with joy. She’d known it could be like this, had dreamed of it, had tried to make it thus with her hands and with toys. But now it was being done to her by another, done the way she knew it should be done. She thought she might die from it and didn’t care at all.His face between her legs was driving her insane and she still. He left the bags open, and placed them in a cardboard box.As he carried it to the cabinet, he explained "I used cantaloupe in my project, but I don't have any of those. Fruit is supposed to work just as well. The milk was just for the lactose. It's supposed to speed up the process some. I didn't do that before. That's why I didn't try it on all of them this time. Now all we need to do is put this somewhere warm and dark. Hopefully, we'll grow the right thing." I thought penicillin just grew on.