.... but then he put his hand on it and it was all wet so he said he was going to try and it slipped in really easily. I tried to stop him, but he wou...dn't stop." Of course my dear, it wasn't your fault." But I feel so bad because I really liked what he did." Oh yes, I know what you mean - ah, you don't have to explain,” said Penny quickly trying to cover her gaffes."I think I know what he did,” she went on, trying to sound professional. And then in a cheerier voice she added, "So, he did this. I walked to my laundry room holding her soaking wet pants and panties in my hand. I couldn't help myself and for some reason, I sniffed the piss soaked panties. It immediately made me hard, and still wearing only boxers, I saw my cock had poked out the front hole. I wrapped her piss soaked panties on my hard cock and gave it a few tugs. I didn't have time to really jerk off, so I gave them one last sniff and headed back to help him. When I got back to the room I found him passed out on the bed. It's a lot less precious than food, I can tell you! If you want food you're going to have to follow me. And you're going to have to pay for it! But not with money! What could I do with money round here?"The woman looked at the girls. "Well! Are you coming with me or you going to stay in the fucking woods forever? And is any one of you going to help me carry these fucking twigs?"Sharon nodded and reluctantly stepped forward. "Yeah! We'll come. At least you're not police!"The woman smiled grimly.. I wanted to hug him, and hold him. After dinner, we walked back to my apartment. I poured myself another glass of merlot, my third. Greg opened the bottle of Chivas Regal that I purchased for him and poured himself a double scotch rocks. We went out on the patio to watch the sun set over Puget Sound. We sat on two padded lounge chairs, sipping our drinks, enjoying the breeze and sipping our drinks. "You know, it's strange, Wendy, I find you so easy to talk to. I regret the fact I did not remain.