He walked south from the Trollheim mountains, looking for signs of human habitation. He came across the occaisional logging party,but they were all st...g affairs and he didn't feel the need to announce himself to their attention. After several days of walking through the woods he began to come to the first outlying farms. These too, he skirted without molestig them until he had the great good fortune to see a yound woman step out of her family house to head towards the barn, where the cows were. She hugged her face to the bag to stifle a moan. The rough texture of the back rubbed against her barely covered nipples shattering the remainder of her self-control.Squeezing her bag closer to her heavy breasts with one of her arms, Samantha reached beneath her bag to her skirt with her free hand. She lightly touched her bare leg, sliding her fingers upward to the hem of her skirt. From there, she started hiking up her skirt beneath her bag. She spread her legs farther apart to give her hand. I finally settled down as the tingling started to recede, and I was left helpless on the floor in jumping-jack position, unable to raise anything buy my forearms. I was at least six feet wide from hip to hip, and my stomach stood up four feet off the floor. Even my fingers were forced apart by the fat between them, making them unable to close into a fist."Grrrrhh!" I screamed, shocked by the deep but clearly female voice that rang out. With that I gave in and lay there sobbing with a female. “What do you mean?” he gasped. “Relax” I said, as I knelt next to him and took his prick in my hand. “Just do what comes naturally.” “I can’t hold it” he whimpered. “I don’t want you to” I replied. I pulled back his foreskin and felt his prick swell in my hand. A powerful jet of hot piss burst into the toilet bowl. Tom sighed as if he was cumming again. I stared in fascination as the fluid spurted forth from the eye at the end of his manhood. .