Marty felt he was near his objective.
The woods were lushurious and he was feeling good...he was feeling home.
"Man...this isn't so bad!" he whispered to himself.
He hopped down a small gulch and landed in front of a lake. That's where he heard the frogs croaking.
Marty sat there on all fours and croaked for a while; when he felt his fellow amphibians let him in, he jumped inside the water and freely swum among the lilypads andother frogs. He took a rest, he reclined against a branch that ahd fallen in the water and let his muscles soak. He was letting the water heal his wounds and tiredness.
His webbed hands cleaned his face- his goatee felt funny, Marty stroked it a bit to feel it had a greenish look, there were algae growing on them. Would Rachel mind? He then start to think about her - how she must be worried, maybe she was coming after him. He remembered their first vacation together, their first time, the first time they did anal...Ah!
That's when he looked down and saw his shaft out of the water with a pink head. He enveloped it with his webbed hand and started to do his thing. The pleasure made him be more enginous and he used his tongue to masturbate. It felt awsome! He came three or four minutes later with a deep croak.
There he sat then shooting his tongue and catching some bugs: a dragonfly, a moth, flies...
From there he then spotted a trail. Was that the same trail he and Rachel had been on when he found the woman?
He heard a noise... it came from the trail.
Then...