Then he summoned the farmer and offered him the prestigious and high paying job of royal forecaster.The farmer said, “Your Majesty, I do not know an...thing about forecasting. I obtain my information from my donkey. If I see my donkey’s ears drooping, it means with certainty that it will rain.”So the king hired the donkey. Thus began the practice of hiring dumb asses to work for the government and paying them outrageous salaries to occupy its highest and most influential positions.The practice is. .. nudity. Don’t you, Heather?”“Oh, yeah,” she answered as she removed the last vestiges of clothing, her socks.The rest of us had begun working on catching up to Heather during the brief conversation. Once she’d gotten Heather’s answer, Civia shook her head, then began her own disrobing process. We threw the clothes into the washer, started it, then congregated in the kitchen.“Showers or lunch first,” I asked.“I’m really hungry, but I vote for quick showers,” responded Liya. “Practice wasn’t. "Once, yeah." Mark nodded. "When I was twelve, just for a weekend. It was huge." Yeah, it's big," Chris agreed. "I'll call my mom after we get there." Me too, all of us. You gotta call your parents, Mark." I bit my lip. "Everybody's going to be worried." Yeah, I know," Mark sighed. "This is going to be pretty hard on them." We just need some time," I decided. "If Sheriff Stover finds us tonight, he'll lock you guys up." I know, yeah. Maybe," Mark said. "Depends on what Chris' mom says." We. I pushed him behind the bush and whispered into his ear "I want your huge cock shoved in my tight pussy right now!" I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my very short blue jean shorts and pulled those and my green thong down to my ankles and kissed him while he rubbed his cock over my slit, he couldn’t take it any more so he bent me over and shoved his cock deep in me as I let out a yelp. He thrust himself into me over and over as he grabbed my sides. I could feel an orgasm building inside of me.