It had several forks and turns that you could easily be lost for days on. Though my wife and I frequented this trail so we had a very good understandi...g of its intricacies. We strapped our camelbacks on and we headed out. The trail started as normal for the first hour. We stopped once and made out on the side of the trail. Then we stared up the trail again. After a little ways further on the trail we made it to a field clearing. Once there we came across a man sitting on a rock at the side of. But he was relievedthat his sister hated being him! His sister laughed as he sat down to go to the bathroom and she snickeredwhen he whined. He whined about the clothes. Uncomfortable! The shoeswere too tight and why did he have to wear heels and panty hose? Made upwas for silly girls and yucky. He kept on wining."Why a dress why not jeans?" he whined." Boy you're sure getting in touch with your feminine side with all thiswhining. Because mom insists on me wearing dresses when we're. The monster had them cornered and there is no choices left. They rush on it together, both grabbing the zombie cock and balls and caress it through the jeans, hoping it will work. The cock is already hard beneath the thin fabrics. Martin stops right as the girls start to touch it. None of them ever touched another boy cock before but they know they have to make him cum in order to change him back and have a chance to escape from this situation. The cock easily slides out the jeans and soon both. Lips that are surrounding the head of my cock and slowly gliding down its shaft. My cock has reached full attention. It's thick and long in my hand, the skin is tanned and the head is sensitive as I glide my finger over the tip. My hand slides to its base as I give it a long slow stretching stroke, expanding the blood that has engorged it. I let out a moan as my hand slides back down its length. My balls are heavy. I feel them lay against the crack off my ass, filled with cum wanting to be.