They're off!

The two leave the abandoned farm wearing the old barrel they discovered. It's a very tight squeeze that involves them both rubbing up against each other, but it protects their modesty, even if it doesn't protect their dignity.

The two make their way across the fields towards an old dirt road and start heading back towards what they hope is civilization.

It's late in the afternoon now, and they're making slow progress. The barrel is very cumbersome, and Hunk is holding it up with both of his arms. He also insisted that Hilda stay behind him so he could protect her (and also hide his boner), but he thinks that may have been a mistake.

In their current position, Hilda is **** to press her breasts and painfully erect nipples into his back. Her arms wrap around his chest as she clings to him like a jealous lover, while her hands have a tendency to wander and grope him. Because of the lack of space, the two have to stay very close to each other, meaning Hilda's fragrant, wet, and needy crotch is also pressing against him and is rubbed ever-so-slightly when they walk, causing her to occasionally moan into his ear.

They trudge along for what feels like an eternity (but really only maybe 30 minutes). Both of them are panting, but not from physical exertion, when they spot something on the road ahead of them.