We tried a variety of different loads, and finally settled on a standard weight. I figured it was about 50 pounds, maybe a bit more. After all that ti...e with the two backpacks I knew 50 pounds pretty well.Or maybe it was 25 kilos. The people here didn’t have any sort of standardized measures so I could call it ‘three quatloos’ if I wanted. It didn’t matter what the actual weight was. All that mattered was that we pick a stone and say “That’s it.” and collect other stones the same weight. The. Jasmine would tell me what to do based upon the words of the speech that was being cried out to them. I guess you could compare it to a rock concert or a political gathering. That done, we left to some additional cheers of “Hero John! Hero John!”We had arranged to feed the masses that day as part of the celebration. That was the last part of the speech and more cheers were heard. The treasury took a hit but the people enjoyed it. On a world where there were really no free lunches, the masses. The mitten reached around and massaged her large, hangingbreasts. Her nipples were very hard and obviously responding to thetouch. The Master made eye contact with me as he worked."What are you?" he asked."I am a cow." the woman replied.She was plump but not obese. I watched to see what this play was about."What do cows do?" asked the Master."Give milk from their udders." she replied.With bare hands he reached around her and squeezed both of her big titsvery hard."What are these?" Those are my. I'll call you if I need anything else."I returned to my chores with an odd feeling. I had two huge loads of his hot jism in my tummy and a slimy, but not totally unpleasant aftertaste in my mouth. Moments later, I had gotten over being angry at what he'd done. I'd rationalized that his sex drive had gotten the best of him and that it was difficult for him to apologize to me.Mother called later. I told her how things worked out. "Dear, I agree with you. This can only bond you two.