We were able to use the easy plan, but if we had encountered Ferb on the trail or back in town you would have had to do some hostage acting, and I wou...d have had to fight a guy with a sword, head on. We both could have been chopped up. You, because he would have thought his brother was injured or dead. It didn't happen that way, but it very well could have. Most damsels don't even get that. I guess they do get a better looking guy to untie them though, but no matter what, he usually still. Looking instead at the garish 1970s print apron worn my Asimina below a black bikini top. As she handed Maria a cup of coffee she looked down with some concern.“Oh, this! This isn't mine. Remember, my aunt Antigone owns this place.”Maria managed to nod as Asimina sat down at the table with the others who were sharing a simple breakfast of fresh bread, butter with fig and almond marmalade. All three of her friends wore bikinis and she noted how well each design suited them; Asimina in basic. Moreso how she avoided the gag reflex. She brought me from my reverie. "Good thing about working from home is there's no traffic." Mmmm. Wouldn't go back to that unless I had to." Me neither."There was a companionable silence accompanied only by the thrumming of the rain behind me against the windows of the cosily furnished living room. The carpet felt plush beneath my damp Simpsons socks, an oversize fluffy sheepskin rug a few feet away before the hearth punctuated the opposite wall. Family. I shook my head in disbelief, looked around the room, “was I dreaming?”I stood and immediately became aware that my crotch felt different. I had never been very big between my legs, but the familiar feel of my balls seemed to be missing. I ran my hand down between my legs, “Whew,” I thought as I felt them hugging my crotch, my sack so tight that they would barely move, “at least they are still there and since I wasn’t aroused I wasn’t worried about my cock that seemed to have a way of playing.