It snowed on us a couple of times and we were forced to stop twice because heavy rains had made fording a creek inadvisable for a day or two.The Orego... Trail did not lead straight towards the northwest. Instead, it followed the easiest to travel route that generally headed in that direction. The route we actually followed was mostly through river valleys and flat stretches of featureless prairie between rivers. We cut across the northeast corner of Kansas following the Little Blue River on up. His broad, broad back was to me. I leered at each flex of muscle, each ripple beneath his taut skin and tight shirt. I needed to stroke each swell of flesh on this man.I continued to study him unnoticed as he brooded over a saucepan, touching his finger to the complex red sauce. Oregano scented the large kitchen of the fire station. I inched closer to Rick and the stove.I was finished with my assigned kitchen chores at the station but kept sweeping the already spotless floor. It was an excuse. He turned to tell her something but paused when he saw the strange look on her face."Uhh. If I can't get at the problem from here, I might have to take down some of the wall to get at the pipes." You can take down any walls you want," she said, trying to make a joke. Seeing his puzzled expression, she quickly added, "Whatever it takes to get some hot water."Hefting his wrench, the young man stepped into the shower stall and set his tool to the base of the shower knobs. It seemed to be stuck and. And the men standing at them are wanking off into them and then flushing the cum away! I look at my guide questioningly and he tells me they call them cumrinals! I'm amazed to say the least, but my attention is soon taken by what the men are looking at...There are two girls on the stage. Each is writhing about as I first look, but they are not performing in tandem, each is doing her own thing. What they have in common is that they are both dressed extremely provocatively, one in an open.