His sex drive succeeded his old man by eight times, so he needed to shoot a shot glass' worth of semen every half hour, and had over 15 wet dreams a n...ght. If he wasn't feeding his sisters or his mother with his man-juice, he was pouring it into a bucket. If he didn't get it out, his testes would become quite painful, as if someone had kicked him, and so he was always masturbating.Now, the last funny thing about Bill's penis, that the whole town thought was spectacular, was that Bill couldn't. It accentuatedher hips and buttocks. The matching fur trimmed jacket showed off hernarrow hips and well endowed bosom. The top of a cream silk blouse peekedthrough at the neck. Her feminine hands were covered in softest kidskingloves. She had a slim, graceful neck. Women like this rarely visitedrural stations like this one. He was transfixed.She seemed to be looking around, trying to get her whereabouts. He shookhimself awake and hurried up to her and said, "Urm, can I help you miss?"She turned. I headed in the door and was just getting a basket when I felt a stab of hate flare behind me then a stern voice said, "Oi, animal!"I turned to look, a middle aged overweight man in a security guard uniform was standing there looking straight at me. I gave him a questioning look not sure if he was talking to me and how to respond to that if he did. I could feel the anger boiling off him. I couldn't tell if it was directed at me, emotions not really being directional (well to my senses at any. " responded the clearly distressed young lady as I took her raincoat and walked to the hall closet to hang it up as Valerie made her way to the fire." So tell me Valerie what is troubling your pretty little head?" I asked as I walked back into the living room and sat on the sofa. Valerie was standing directly between me and the fire. Through the light of the blaze I could quite visibly see the curvaceous form of this sad lady. She was wearing a simple floral print dress and nothing else..