”“Not a Husky game?” I asked. “I mean, I used to do that all the time when I was a cheerleader.”“I know, I went to every Husky home game,�...� she groaned. “And I’m a Cougar fan.”My eyes narrowed. The Washington State University Cougars were the rivals to my alma mater. “Maybe I shouldn’t breed you at all.”“No, no, go Dawgs!” she moaned, humping against me. “Fuck the Cougars. They lose at the Apple Bowl all the time. Just breed me, Becky! Please, please! Put your futa-seed in me.”“Well...” I said.. My two escorts got out to protest vehemently to the farmer, with a lot of shouting, and waving of arms, when suddenly, they were overpowered by about five men. The car door was opened, and I was roughly dragged out, blindfolded, gagged and my hands bound. I felt myself being tossed into the back of a truck of some kind, and covered with hay.It seemed about three hours later, that I was hauled out the truck, and allowed to fall on the ground. I was forced into some sort of building, and my. Moans were drowned out by the cosmos as the mother to be pleasured herself with her father's sperm, her fingers vigorously working her womanhood and finally achieving relief of great measure with a thunderous cry of bliss. Falling back into a deep slumber, the once insatiable woman curled up into a ball and allowed life to begin. Across the grand expanse of a sleeping mother's body could be found the thinning remnants of the father's ejaculate, pooled into great puddles that continuously. If we carry on for another mile around the bend in the valley we'll come to Tor Crags where they do a lot of climbing. At the foot of the crags is an open meadow where climbers often camp. I thought we might pitch a tent there." You've a tent? What else do you have in that bag of yours?" Enough for tonight. We'll have to leave this path and do a scramble over some rocks and up a steepish grass slope. In this weather I suggest we rope together in case one of us slips. Normally I wouldn't bother.