I was lying on my back, with Mom bouncing on my cock while Sue got a mustache ride. Things were going quite swimmingly when suddenly my bedframe colla...psed in a loud cracking crash. The three of us tumbled to the floor, thankfully uninjured, but with our enthusiasm destroyed, as we surveyed the damage. Mom simply commented that we would have to go out that weekend and buy a new bed.I got to thinking about it. I was sleeping (or had been sleeping) in a twin bed. The largest size bed we could fit. “Look, there’s a man sitting up in that little house on top of that thing and it’s already got steam!” Ezra yelled as he looked through his spotting scope again.“It sure does. Jon David, get that camera loaded back up and let’s get down there. I see Jefferson and Howard already walking toward that thing,” Eli said as Isaac and Little Eli helped Jon David fold his tripod and wrap up the camera box.When he was on his horse, they handed the camera up to him and all of them took off down the slope. "Are you pigs going to let him beat me to a pulp?" I asked."Looks like it Harry," Sgt Fforbes said, "What about you Mulholland?" It's up to you sarge, we could always watch telly." Mulholand added, he was in shirt sleeves since Amy was wearing his jacket, "You need any help Johnno he asked."Yeah hold him down, where's Al?" he said."Having a piss," Al said and he came out the front room zipping his fly up, "Whats up." Whack his bollocks he's got a hard on," Allthwaite said and this Al bloke. I’m not jealous. I’m just as subject to be in the same position as either of them, and if it’s cold, we put Ben in the middle and make an amorphous lump in the bed. We raise intimacy to an artform, with or without sex.That set of romantic thoughts is pushed out of my head by another input – my bladder. I could go up on the deck and pee off the swim step but two things stop me. First, Ben says we never get off the deck unless there are two of us up there and second, mosquitoes are a year-round.