I could move faster without the packhorse, but I would have to load my riding horse with some of the supplies that I would need. I finally decided tha... I would go without the packhorse and take my meals at restaurants or cantinas. My Spanish was good enough that talking to people would not be a problem. I would have a Texas accent, but that would not mask what I wanted to say.Well, it took me five days to get to the town of Jimenez, and I knew that I was too late before I even dismounted. There. He cried for help,"Mary!" and slumped on the toilet. Mary remained asleep.He sat there a minute, getting his bearings. Something was not right. He looked down at himself, at his stomach. His stomach bulged in the center, just faintly rounded. As he watched, the bulge grew larger and larger. Thank heavens he had no pants for the bulge was far past his waist line. He cried out again, hoping that Mary would come and see him now. She did not. He held himself upright with his hand on his back as the. . just leaving it buried deep in my rectum."Yes, please fuck me," I whispered."Fuck your what?" My asshole, please fuck my asshole," I begged, which made this even more surreal."As you wish," she obliged as she began to slowly pump her cock in and out of me.Almost instantly a small pleasure began to build inside me even as the pain also intensified."Just relax, soon you'll be begging for me to hammer away in your little asshole," she said, as she continued to slowly fuck me."Okay," I weakly. "She lived in the penthouse thirty-two stories up. It was luxurious but not gaudy. "Nice place, Lonnie, it beats your bedroom back home." It beats yours as well." Yes, but we had a lot of fun messing around with each other." Yes we did we, didn't we?" So, I guess I wasn't good enough to keep it going was I, Lonnie." Stop talking like that. It's not true." Excuse me. These shoes are killing me."About half an hour later she returns. "What do you think?" She had on a black see-through robe. .