The women were always lacking. Their bodies were either too hard, their sexual flirtations too pushy, or their expensive bottled scent was overpowerin.... He would sit across the table from them, and ache for her. He stood watching, aching, and afraid, praying that he hadn’t lost her forever with his stupidity. He knew that she was on her way home, and didn’t know he followed her. He had started his campaign to win her back by being a secret admirer. He hoped and prayed that it was working. He. He walked at a good pace, knowing that he wouldn't get more than halfway to his village before the darkness came. He camped by the river and slept close to the fire he'd built on the bank. Once again he'd wet the shafts and wrapped then to lie in the mud. He felt each shaft before wrapping, testing to make sure that it still was flexible and easy to bend. He rose up with the sun and retrieved the shafts from their bed of mud. This time he soaked each wrapped bundle and put it into the quiver,. Gina looked at me seriously, I knew the look well. “I like to pee.” I looked at her shocked. I had of course heard of this as a fetish but never met anyone with that sort of fetish before. Thousands of questions ran through my head. “Do you like to pee or do you like peeing on someone? Do you like to get peed on?” The questions came out thick and fast, and I could see that Gina was glad that I was interested. She leaned forward and gave me a peck on the lips. “Okay so here is how it is. I love. As I put the string on the weed eater and knelt down in front of her I could almost taste her pussy. She stared down at my hard muscled tanned arms (not like her d_ds little white skinny arms) and I noticed her looking at the bulge in my tight jeans, I always free ball. I then looked up, caught her looking and said to her as her nipples hardened again, that although I thought she was very hot in that summer dress, I had really enjoyed her short shorts she wore...made me think VERY evil.