“He’s got some good pits too, Rick!” he said. He moved over a little bit but kept his pit in my face. I felt the bed move as Rick took his place...on my right. My arms were both sticking out since I had released Chuck’s shoulder. Then Rick’s long, rough tongue was all over my right pit. I could hear him growling in euphoria as he basked in my musty odor.“Man, fuck this,” he said, shoving Chuck off of me. “I gotta get better access.”He got right on top of me again and plopped his right armpit onto. "Very smart!" he told me. "Pretty much going to have to hit them with a truck to get to you." They are my bodyguards," I pointed out. "Need to be tough!" So, you didn't add anything or make us more efficient," Joey said. "What did you do?"I glanced at the praying woman. She wouldn't like the most accurate description; I sometimes felt God did things out of a perverse sense of humor, like the length of the human intestinal tract."You know that phrase about looks like a duck, walks like a duck,. "I'm hardly a lady, not after those two exhibitions on the promenade deck. I..." ... Shouldn't be so quick to judge yourself harshly, don't forget you were far from being alone up there. I think I'd rather think of it as young people letting off a little steam." He grinned. "And if it happened to be in the form of close genital contact then so be it." Richard also quickly added, "And from what little Roger told us about the life of the two of you and from my own personal experiences life can be. I was too ashamed to answer her, how could she expect me to say that she had my balls in her hands?She squeezed them again and said, "Come on, tell me, what are these? Do I need to worry, maybe call in some reinforcements to determine if they are dangerous?" NO! NO!" I said in panic. I sure didn't want more people to come and gawk at me. Or, maybe even fondle my balls like she was doing."So, tell me then! What are those?" My balls," I said and could feel how blood rushed to my head, and I don't.