“All right, Gramps. Here is what we did to prepare for the end of civilization as we knew it. Again, we divided the problem into a series of smaller...problems and assigned teams to each one. We knew that we would be needing food, clothing and shelter, but not in that order of priority. We assumed that the less clothing we wore around you, the better you would like it. Was that a good assumption?”“You bet, although that wasn’t much of a stretch, so you don’t get as much credit for that as for. Clay set up, yawned again and said, "Don't know about Sam here but I'll take you up on your offer Mr. Johnson. I'm a bit tuckered out." I'll take you over and introduce you to Winsor tomorrow," Riley offered.Clay nodded and went to get some rest. Riley poured more of the home made whiskey and quickly he and Sam started talking about old times.Two hours later Clay woke up. He stood and started to undress; he hadn't even removed his boots. As he bent to pull them off, he heard loud voices coming. *** “When I get done fucking your brains out I’m going to put them in the jar on my tool chest.” Cyn said it like she meant it which, caused Bear to turn to look at the tool chest. “Gotcha.” Cyn giggled and reached around to squeeze his balls as her pussy gripped his embedded cock. “Now it is time to try one of my newest toys.” Cyn slid off of the bed and unhooked a swing from behind a partition. It became obvious to Bear the apparatus was designed for a special type of swinging. Cyn slipped. I sat down and handed her the glass which she sipped slowly. As soon as I sat back down her foot was right back to my leg. She stroked my calf, knee and finally my thigh as we made small talk. As soon as her foot reached my thigh it did not take long for my pole to wake up and stretch to length. Her face was shocked when she ran into my cock extending down my thigh with her foot. Jennifer just continued to rub and I now knew exactly what she meant by ‘desert.’The look of surprise as my cock.