”“How about we cuddle in the living room instead, so I can relax?”“That’s even better,” climbing down as he speaks. Sean sits back in his ...arge recliner as Jeff climbs up on his lap, resting his chest on Sean’s chest and arms on his shoulders. Sean gently squeezes his buns, holding his head with his other hand. In a matter of minutes he falls asleep.Jeff thinks he can enjoy this cuddling forever, but soon quietly slips out of the recliner and heads for the pool. When he’s stripped down to his. As we spoke to others and engaged in occasional conversation, your hand would squeeze mine, telling me your excitement level was rollercoastering up and down, though I kept my hands away from the intensity controls.The photo exhibition did not disappoint. Strolling through the gallery, we stopped to admire the numerous works of the artist. The portraits were creative and led us into deep discussions -- sometimes just you and me and sometimes with others -- about the talents of the artist and. She was the daughter of a farmer. She had no fighting abilities whatsoever, except, perhaps, the intelligence of a brick and enough patriotism to drive her screaming off a cliff if her king asked it of her. Then there was Adlia. She was an elf, and so possessed with a weird sort of connection with nature that no one else quite gets. But despite that, she was rather feeble, and at best decent with the bow and arrow, supposedly the weapon of her species. Then there was Muriel. And she seemed. We decided that it’d make no sense going back to girls’ room in this state. There was a good chance that any of us would pass out at any moment. So all of us just slept in the boys room. I woke up in the middle of night for water.After drinking a good 3 glasses of water, I went to washroom and freshened up. My hair was disheveled now, my makeup, lipstick and mascara all ruined. I was also still pretty high from the booze. I splashed a bit more water onto my face. Splashed some over my hair and.