Eventually, the hunter used up his stock of ammunition, and cautiously entered, the cave to see the fruits of his effort. However, there was no sign o...f the bear. Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He spun around to see the bear towering over him.“Now, the way I see it there are two possible courses of action here,” smirked the bear, “One, I tear you into small pieces and eat you ... or two, you get down on your knees and blow me.” Reluctantly, the hunter chose the latter option.. Finally, I was able to stand with Sheila’s help. Zipping I fished my flaccid penis out then waited. Shit I thought, I hoped I was in time.I looked up to see Sheila staring at what I had in my hand. what in the hell I thought. “Is something wrong Sheila?”“I am receiving strange sensations throughout my chassis, in the upper section. Also, in my lower section I am also experiencing odd pulsations throughout. The emotion program also seems to be fluctuating greatly also.” Sheila told me with what. I could see through his sweats that he wasn't wearing underwear and you could see his pants bulge.He started to make his cock bounce and we laughed and giggled. I made my cock hard and I did the same thing. He felt my cock through my pants and started to rub it slow acting as if it was accidental. He asked me. "Does that feel good?" I told him "Yeah, Brian it does."He started to pull down my pants and boxers and was staring at my pulsing cock.He told me that if we were going to do it. We had to. Neon's blazed onto the bitumen from overhead, shining diligently for nobody. He dove gratefully back into the comparative almost-darkness of the night. On and on. One deliberate footfall after another, his measured clomp clomp-ing the only sound in the night.Bingo paused on a bus bench, ran his hands over his face and felt the last of the warm alcohol buzz leave his body.He was committed to his feat now, despite his waning enthusiasm, a source he had plumbed to get him to this about-half-way.