The duo are caught by the townsfolk

I pull with all my might, feeling my free breasts jiggle back and forth. Annie holds her ground by digging in her heels into the mud. The sheet covers her torso, but her bare moves up and down in front of an hypnotized crowd as she attempts to leverage her position to pull back.

“Pervertito!” A man finally yells, pointing at us, or at our foreheads. It is hard to tell.

“Eep!”

“Ack!”

Simultaneously, we decide to share our cover, rolling into the bedsheet and wincing as our sore behinds collide. “Let’s scram! I say, and try to run away. Sadly, we are still standing in mud, so we trip, but this time I manage to claw onto a barrel before falling down. Annie does not, and she drags me down with her, while at the same time I bring the barrel to our level.

“Ewwww!” The townspeople began to laugh at us while we struggle to climb to our feet. The barrel was filled with liquid butter, making the task even more slippery, and our skin all the shinier.

Mud and butter. All that’s missing is oil and we’ll have certainly have filled all the boxes. Can’t exactly blame the townsfolk for ogling me in this situation, but at least I still have the dirty sheet to retain the illusion of dignity.

“Come on!” to add insult to injury, a pig decided that our blanket was now the most delicious thing in its neighborhood, and can you blame him? It’s covered in butter too. He quickly snatches it in his jaw and run away with his treasure.

“Get back here!” Both Annie and I lunge at the pig, but he is quick to dodge us and run away, so we fall tits-first in the mud once more. As we crawl back up, I can’t help but notice that we left an imprint of our busts on the mud, Annie seemed noticeable flustered at looking at her apples next to my grapefruit. The laughter is now deafening. On trembling knees, we stand back up and share a sigh. Back to square zero once more.

The shouts and laughter of the crowd are getting too much for me, it’s like they paid for another session at the circus and we are the world’s most pathetic clowns. “L-look,” Annie points behind us.“We can hide in that cart!” Yep, behind the barrel, there is an old timely cart, because apparently this town was stuck in the middle ages. We climb on slippery fingers, mooning all our spectators in the process.

Sadly the cart was on an incline, and with the weight of our bodies, it began to roll downhill. The good thing about small towns is that they have small streets. Our ride soon ends as we crash into a statue in the town center, toppling it.

“Whoops…” I peek my head out from under the cart’s railing. The townspeople ran after us, but they don’t seem very amused anymore. They soon surround us, yelling pervertiti like a chant. I hug Annie and she hugs me back. Things are going to get ugly.