He wouldhave to sit down of course. He lowered himself onto the seat. It felt muchhigher and bigger than usual. His long hair was everywhere, so he ga...heredit together and arranged it so that it hung down beside him. Thankfullynone of it seemed to have gone in the toilet.He tried to urinate, but nothing came. He tried again. Nothing. He neededto go, badly, but it was like he had forgotten how. He tried to visualiseurinating, but he was actually having trouble figuring out where it waseven. And, although I'm not tall, nor am I at a height disadvantage because the Hispanics are generally quite short.As we sit together on the little sofa I put my arm around her shoulders and pull her to me. Her eyes lock onto mine and her mouth, usually set in a brash grin, narrows with intensity.We kiss over-eagerly. I don't know how long it has been for her but for me, it has been months: far too long.Esme pulls her sweater up to reveal her large naked breasts and urges me (I assume) to suck them.. Her small hands cupped my balls, lifting them and rolling them between her fingers until I couldn't take it anymore. With a strangled grunt, I pushed her off my cock and drew her up, kissing her with a hunger that bordered on madness. "I can't wait anymore," I growled in her ear, and then spun us both around and bent her over the hard counter. "Oh, shit," Sophia hissed as I hooked my fingers under the hem of her panties. "I'd so much rather have you in my bed," I reassured as I slid her black. During my four thousand kilometre walk I have had no-one stop and ask if I wanted a lift. It's not like walking in Europe where you will be asked at least a couple of times per kilometre if you would like a lift. I suppose if I were a young woman this wouldn't be the case, but a 6 feet 5 inch man weighing 18 stone is another matter. Anyway I never asked and I enjoyed the experience of the walk. All the tales one hears about the helpful 'Ausie' can be dispelled, maybe twenty to thirty years ago,.