R Nitelight thought he was alone in the barn, but he was wrong. Very wrong.
"Ain't you the purdiest l'il scarecrow," he said to his artificial galfriend, copping a feel on her soft but perky straw breasts. That's when he saw Tiggs come crawling at him. From the look in her eyes, he could tell just what she wanted.
"Hot damn, if this haint my lucky day!" He exclaimed.
Nitelight had been mad at his momma all day for giving his pants to the pig, but he could see now that his public nekkedness just might work to his advantage.
Tiggs crawled seductively towards Nitelight, a look of desire and lust in her eyes. She smiled at him and his nakedness. She stopped once in front of him. Her hands gently cuped his balls and caressed them. He moaned softly. She giggled.
"Is you gonna do another piston job on my tallywacker, Auntie Tiggs?" R Nitelight asked eagerly. "Garsh, if you haint the nicest sister a brother could ever a asked for........"
Grinning seductively, Tiggs runs her tongue across the head of Nitelight's cock. She can tell that she's teasing him something awful! She runs her tongue up and down the length of his shaft...
Oh, there haint nothin' like havin' a sister who's also your auntie, R Nitelight thought as his one-eyed milkman got slurped all over like a Friendly's triple scooper.
"That's the way, Auntie Tiggs," he moaned. "You knows how I likes it!"
Tiggs smiled at her nephew brother. They'd been doin' it since the calendar turned 18 for the both of 'em. She should have a purty good idear by now of what it took to make 'em spermatize.
