So with her fantasy's and mine one evening after my dad was asleep I stripped her naked and instead of taking her out to the little cabin behind the h...use where I usually took her. I led her past it and across the pasture she told me later that as I led her across the pasture she had no idea what I was going to do and once in the barn she knew by the smell where she was. I had led her into one of the horse stalls and had tied her down over a bale of hay she could have easily gotten loose but. With the movement I felt her flesh heavier spilling over my body almost covering me with her weight. She moved and moved and crushed me until I could barely breathe. She put her hands between our bodies and twisted my nipples, which I felt pressed with the pain of stingers nailed in them. I felt a horrible shame because my Goddess Gabriela was seeing my humiliation, my greasy possession because the meat of the fat woman completely stained me in a disgusting way. That's what the fat woman wanted. “I am not a child, Colin! I can handle myself!” I stated as I folded my arms together. My shirt fell down to right over my bust line, and Henry looked hard, as if he was debating if my shirt was loose enough to fall enough for a wardrobe malfunction. “No, sissy! Now get the hell out of here!” Colin yelled as I pouted and left the room. I was determined to go with them, so I set in motion a plan to get what I wanted, for once and for all. I put my long hair into pigtails, changed into my. As she speaks I think of the hunt and how this is so also then. There are some among the boys who will not practice as they need, who grow too impatient with it and with learning. These are the ones who are always behind in the hunt, or who do not even go; they remain with the women and children to tend the fields and do other such things because they have not the skill that is needed to hunt. It is only through learning and practice that one may acquire such skill.Am I to be such a one in this.