24 years old and a know it all. I got lost when my map got wet in north Canada. Three days I wondered , missing the path I was on by 10 km easy. I had food and water but I was angry because I was so lost. If I headed east I knew I would hit a highway no matter what in 70 km. The problem is it was very hard hiking . I found a brook and started setting up camp when this native Indian asked me if I would rather sleep in the cabin as the bear was always here fishing where my tent was. The easy decision was made and she took my pack and I rolled up my tent and followed her inside. The temperature -20 c was normal in the winter here at night but the warm cabin was calling my name. I don’t have permission to give her name so we can call her Brook . I couldn’t spell her real name. Don’t track Snow this woman said as I saw her removing hr seal fur boots. I removed my hi-tech brand hikers. And my wind pants. As I stood up and pulled off my Columbia parka her long lace up boots came off and she was barefoot in the fur footwear. My Nike stretch pants and underarmor polyester shirt were perfect for the 20 c degree room we were in and I hung my things on a hook by the door. The giant fur parka toggles were loose and the hood came back and low and behold a beautiful face with long dark tresses was before me. She handed me the parka which was 15 kgs and I hefted the parka to a hook. The snow pants she wore were Indian craft and stiff and heavy she stepped out wearing the smallest white cotton breifs which she pulled up as they almost came off with the snow pants. She wore what I would call a smock a large shirt that just when pulled down covered her rear end. I thought se was a large plump woman outside the cabin and I was incorrect. Brook was a home maker and everything in the tight little cabin was made with skill in the native way. I guessed she was thirty at most and twenty five at the youngest . I have soup do you want some? Yes please mam. She placed the pot on the big black castiron wood stove and opened the vent while I watched her round rear end peek under her smock. In a minute the pot was hot and she reached up to grasp the bread that was raising over the stove on the shelf and her beautiful rearend was making me smile. She leaned over and placed the pan in the oven and she smiled back . My hard penis was impossible to hide in the elastic pants I was wearing . Some bread with your soup? Yes mam. She looked at my crotch smiled turned around with her hand on her face and burst out in a uncontrolably loud giggle. With her head turned around she pulled out a chair pointed and I sat down. A lace tabel cloth candle and beautiful table setting with a cloth napkin she placed in my lap. The smell of soup and bread intoxicated me. She prayed as she sat to eat. I knew you would come. I didn’t know I would come I said to Brook. I prayed some one would get lost and come here and your lost aren’t you. Sure am my map got wet and I can’t read it. I was hoping you would be young. People get lost here often Mam. ? No only you. I lost my husband four years ago and I am finished mourning for him so I asked God for a husband and here you are.When did you ask ? Today. I stood up and looked at the door and opened the door and a black bear outside looked me in the eye. I shut the door quickly. He is there every night and some times he paws the door what a pest. So what’s your name? Henry Dikeman. Dutch my great grandfather was from Denmark that’s close. Sit down and eat she ordered. She looked up , Thanks God he is a little unbelieveing but I let you work on that. While I ate she had a box with rings in it and she walked to the closet and changed in to a long gown. You want to sleep with me tonight in my bed ? Yes Mam. Find a ring and I’ll polish it cause they are tarnished . Then we pray and I am yours all night. See what will happen is you will never leave me once you lay in bed with me. I thought this was a dream and I would wake up and hike home with the experience of having sex. Why not so I picked a ring and as she polished it . I opened the Bible she had in front of
me and as I read it grabbed me , so I snapped it shut. Help my unbelief ! I want married, I want children, is this possible this verse , getting lost , I didn’t earn any of this, is this real? I thought!!!
My name is Brook! You are the rest of my life. She held up the ring. Solid silver my Father made this ring for you . He said it will fit you perfectly. The other rings are nothing you chose the only ring my father made. And the bed up stairs . See you do believe ! Your favorite color say the color and climb the ladder to the loft you will see. I said royal blue and quickly climbed the ladder, a quilt of mostly royal blue was on the bed. It took me a year to make the quilt , come down now. I Slid down the ladder with the ring in the palm of my hand and I slid it to my finger . It was stuck on my knuckle. Brook gasped and fell to the chair. Stop it’s perfect it will fit I told her and I soaped up the ring and it was on. Look Brook it is God , rings never fit me. Where is your father ? Oh he has been gone for many years. He told me don’t marry my first husband. I didn’t listen and it was hard but I loved him. I had no children. I want children I told Brook . You shall have children Henry. I promise to listen to you and love you forever she vowed. I grabbed her hand . I promise to love you even when the fairy tale is over. You may kiss the bride said brook. We kissed a kiss of all time. She pushed me up the ladder and pulled back the blanket I was grabbing like a eight armed octapus . Everything was off and there was toungues and tits and balls everywhere . I jumped in to my first warm wet deep pussy. Slip and slide she vaccumed the sperm out of me . My balls were a centimeter smaller . The wind blew a branch broke and I woke up . It was cold and I was lost.
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