He must've weighed 270. As he talked, his huge meathook of a hand stretched out and caressed my butt. I was still in my clothes from the day before, c...anary yellow shorts, cuffed, not terribly short, and a white sleeveless blouse, buttoned. I shook like a leaf in a windstorm at his touch."Do you talk, bitch?" he asked. I nodded. "Then, talk, dammit! Say somethin'. Shit!" Please, don't hurt me." I whispered. They both laughed heartily."Nah, I ain't gonna hurt ya, baby. I steal shit, I don't hurt. I turned and pushed him away and told him “quit that” and went back to digging. He apparently ignored what I told him because he came right back and shoved his nose between my thighs and nudged my pussy through my shorts before jumping up on me again humping franticly. I pushed him off again and scolded him but it didn’t seem to make any difference to him. Before I finished with the sprinkler, I must have pushed him away at least 20 times. I don’t know why I didn’t get mad at him but I realized. I looked up to see him watching my every move and it was clear he saw the lust in my eyes. I looked back to his bulge and pulled the briefs over his cock and watched in awe as it sprang free and pointed right at my face.It was gorgeous! A perfect porn star cock that was easily eight inches long and at least six inches in diameter. The veiny shaft looked silky smooth, thick, from his tight balls all the way up to the perfectly formed, fat, shiny mushroom head."Holy fuck your cock is awesome," I. The coins that were left would buy them food for maybe a week or two. “Why have you always only taken the coins of those bandits who had attacked us,” he had asked, before they had reached the town. “Why not the jewelry?”She explained it so that he could understand. “It wasn’t ours to take. Never take more than you need, it brings bad luck. And then, the dead bandits’ friends will shrug off the loss of a few coins as well as the loss of a few of their companions, but they might feel compelled.