It was a lazy Sunday afternoon,and he was barely awake. The combination of the heat from the cozy fire andthe movie that she had chosen to watch left ...im somnambulant. "Hanging by her thumbs." She answered. "The pirates are going to hang theEnglish girl by her thumbs unless she tells them where the strongbox full ofgold is hidden." She flexed her thumbs and looked at him. "I just wonderedwhat it feels like, that's all." "Well, I certainly don't know," he replied, "but I'm sure it doesn't. She moved from my computer to her laptop and started working again. I went over to watch and she said, "Go away!"So I watched TV again, until I started nodding off and got up to go to bed."Good night," I mumbled."Are you going to check on me later?" she asked."What?" Are you going to run around naked in the night, turning off lights again?"I sighed. "No." Why not?" she asked. "What if I fall asleep? I'll get a crick in my back." So now you want me to run around naked in the night, checking to. That’s no phones, no email, and no interruptions. It’s just you and me.’ And with that statement the feast began. He whipped the covers off of each dish like he was presenting a fine gourmet meal instead of just fun finger type foods. Carefully loading up two plates he brought them over in front of the fireplace and sat them on the coffee table before going back and getting the bottle of wine. Sitting on the rug with our feet pointed toward the fire we took turns feeding each other. He had. We sneaked into a bedroom of one of them one day and gravely looked into the pot to see what piddle was in it. Whether we expected to find anything different from what there was in our own chamber pot I do not know. When talking about these things my cousin would twiddle his cock. We wondered how the piddle came out if they wetted their legs and if the hole was near the bum hole, or where; one day Fred and I pissed against each other’s cocks, and thought it excellent fun.I recollect being very.