After hauling an empty barrel up from the basement, he rolled it out to the porch. Bucket by bucket, he filled the barrel with water until it was half...full. Taking the back of his hand axe, he spent a good hour cracking open kralberries on top of a flat rock. He added the berries to the water and then dried fettock leaves, salt, and volmint seeds. Satisfied with his pickling liquid, he loaded the barrel with various meats that his mate had salted and washed to remove all the blood from the. She slid closer to me on the beach and put her hand on my thigh above the towel. She let it sit there for a few moments before sliding it over my bulge.She rubbed it up and down, giving it a few light squeezes between. I felt her other hand reaching through the fold in the towel, and she grabbed a handful of my bare, solid cock. My instinct reaction was to pull away, as I didn’t want to be seen by the people in the sauna with us. I shot another look their way, again barely able to see them at. "Oh. You always miss a couple when you chuck them up in the air," he said defensively. "But I'll clean it up before I go to work." But I shouldn't find them the following morning. You clean up ya shit from the night before. We have outside bins for that and that and the twenty-two peanuts I found this morning."Adam chortled in disbelief. "Seriously, you counted them? Fuckin' 'ell. Carl warned me about t'is. It's bang out of order, a few cans and I'll clear 'em up for fucks sake."Sarah's scowl. The first thing that struck the President was the fact that the media, local, national and international, gathered from early morning vying for the best possible position to get the photos for their respective TV or radio stations, or newspapers or magazines. Some even hoped for a possible interview with the Princess. All in all, the tension was enormous and, for the President, at least, almost unbearable.The cameras started flashing and the reporters began to speak to their respective stations.