If skinny dipping is swimming naked, then think a sexual act so wet it makes the good Mac’n’cheese sounds, and then remove the clothing.
Essentially MIND BLOWING existential crisis inducing my good sex raw and nude, no condom, no clothes, not even a hat.
Shits gotta be open, even lubed count as clothes in this level!
Man after we went skinny dipping we both went out to the woods and let’s just say it wasn’t just the lake water down there. I was skinny dicking that mf
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)