I flushed under his gaze as I imagined the copious load a bull of his size would produce, shocking myself that I could even contemplate such an obscen... thought.With a final snort in my direction, George crawled off the recumbent female and humped himself away, to finally find a spot to relax after his incredible sexual marathon.I sat back in the sand, weak at the knees over what I had just witnessed. It was one thing to sit at home, watching animals go at it on the Discovery Channel or National. I was awake as I felt dehydrated. I got down the bus and looked for shops. I found a shop and bought a bottle of water. I drank half of it. I wanted to go to the toilet after that. I went to the toilet in the bus station and took a piss. I was so drunk as I had stood there for more time to pee.After some time, a guy came near me to my left side. He looked 40-50 years old. He was standing beside me and urinating. He came closer and closer. Soon he was totally in contact with my side. His. Learning from his mistakes, he decided to be more decisive in the secondshop and quickly selected a pack of five cotton bikini-style panties, inpink and in his size, which he dropped into his shopping basket. Wastingno time, he moved along to the bra section and then to the racks holdingthe bras. Even amongst the white bras, the choice was bewildering withmasses of garments in different sizes and slightly different styles -some underwired, some not, some seamless, some not, some with. "You want to tell her yourself?" I ask, shrugging my shoulders. "Be my guest, I was just offering." I hide my disappointment at not getting to see Kristina's reaction."But I still want to tell her here," Lauren quickly adds. "We'll get here early and I can tell her just before you get home." "That works for me," I answer as I lean in for a long, passionate kiss."I should probably get home," Lauren says, breaking the kiss and rolling over to get off my bed. "Yeah. I hope you liked your ice.