I think they're very comfortable."I shrugged and said, "To each their own."We continued folding stuff in silence for a bit, then she said, "I'm wearin... one now." A thong?"She looked at me coyly, "Have to with yoga pants." Why? Panty lines?"She said, "Uh-huh." No panty lines if you go Commando." Yeah, but then you have to worry about Camel Toe."I laughed, "What's wrong with Camel Toe?"She laughed too, and swatted at me with a clean t-shirt.After another brief pause where we folded laundry, I. If you and I were to share a beer and talk about this, I'd tell you that this dark place was the limbic system of the human brain. The limbic system is the vestigial remains of the reptile brain. It's a simple, reflexive, hard-wired system. Down in that darkness of the most primitive impulses lives the world of fear, arousal, aggression, dominance, submission, death.When I went into Lynn's mind, that's where I went. Down into the darkness of unconscious thought. I could feel myself lose the. Crossing one foot in front of the other I sank to the warm, white sand feeling its fineness searching out my nether regions, transferring its heat to my scantily covered butt cheeks and most intimate parts. Reaching up I pulled the string tie of my bikini top until it released allowing the textile to slowly uncover my breasts. Nipples begin to engorge as the slight zephyr of a sea breeze caressed them and I did not resist pressing them with the palms of my hands and rubbing in a circular motion. Then she snipped a bit off the piercing stick, fitted the bar to the end and pulled it through and that made they eyes water too. Next was the bit at the end which was screwed on and that did not hurt at all.The human brain is an amazing piece of kit because when she went to do the right nipple she again smiled and 'HOLY DOUBLE FUCKING OUCH!!!' the piercing stick went through. I thought to myself that the first one didn't hurt like that, but it did; the brain just did not want to remember.