No I wouldn't, but they coulda said someit. For someone worth well over eight hundred million; don't say that your making my stomach turn; yeah I am, ...aren't I. Really, be fair dinkum, none of yous blokes ever trusted me."Tilly, "Would you stop that, you're giving me a headache."Helen, "Oh, sorry Short Arse, " The worst that Bob has ever called his little angel, is ratbag, though she herself deems that as a fairly apt description."Uncle Helen, if I've told you once..." do you get the picture?. " Puss?" of course my son had to ask."My privets." You call your privates for puss?" Denis again."No!" What do you call it then?" I don't know. Nothing." What do you tell dad if you want him to touch you on your erogenous zone, then?" Belinda pursued the matter further."Pussy! Now I think..." I think you're doing just fine!" I had to half-laugh at my wife's obvious embarrassment."Why don't *you* tell them about your sensitive spot then?" Oh! Yes. It's... just under the - it's my crotch!" Now,. I reach for my beer, and thank him for the fresh one next to it. I sip the liquid and enjoy the taste and the feeling as it spreads warmth in my belly.“I'm really glad that I did not offend you last week. I was a bit OTT with Linda.“She told me, Mike admitted. I thought it was fun and we talked about it all week!”“So you are not going to kill me then!” I joked, hoping for an explicit invitation from him.“Linda is not sure about this, but she does like you,” is all he said. I nodded. In my mind,. They laughed."Let's get cleaned up for real this time," said Shannon. She stood upand helped Cameron to his feet. They took a quicker, more practicalshower. Shannon finally stripped off her wet dress and the two of themhelped each other wash each other's fluids off of their bodies.Afterward, Shannon fetched a couple of white bath towels from thebathroom closet and they dried themselves off. She took Cameron's towelfrom him and wrapped it around his body at chest height like a girl,instead.