The sky becomes gray and a cold stream in the current hits us, making us both clench in the best ways. The waves lift us up as I slide out and they lo...er us as I thrust in. We rise and fall, again and again, establishing our slow and steady rhythm. A warm stream moves and soothes where the cold had braced us. You break the kiss and whisper an “Oooh,” against my ear. I thrust over and over as slowly as the waves. I keep my hands on your thighs I pull you down onto my cock and only allow for the. ”“Uh,” the Stranger began. “Don’t you mean ‘tarred’ and feathered?”“Do we look rich enough to keep ‘tar’ laying around? No, we turded him.” The townsfolk nodded in agreement.“Well, alright then. My name is Buster Gonad. And these here, these boys in the wheelbarrow, they are my testicles.”The crowd looked at each other in amazement and disgust.Jim looked on with distrust. “These are two dead skinned deers. Look, if I hit them--”And he did. He slapped a testicle hard.Buster shrieked like a. ”“Why not?” he asked.“They’re very traditional,” she said. “They wouldn’t think it was proper for me to be here alone, with a man.”“You shouldn’t sneak around behind their backs,” he said. “I could have come over and met them. Who are they?”“Harold and Betty Nickerson,” she said.“I know Harold,” he said. “He works for the USDA.”“Yeah,” she said, surprised. “He works in the subsidies office.”“We used to get checks from him,” said Bobby. “Back when we were still farming the land. I wasn't sure what they were up to but didn't take long. They were playing spin the bottle but with card and each one was dealt a card and the lowest one had to remove a piece of clothing.Since I only had shirt and shorts and they had nightdress and panties it wasn't long before the first person was naked and next time that person could do what they wanted to another.I was second naked and Jan was first and she bent over to me and took hold of my very hard cock and started to stroke it. She was.