My problem is that I can’t keep my hands above my waist these days. I am forever rousing my “soldier boy,” so to speak.” It has gotten so bad that I am hard-pressed to get dressed all day and I just loll about in a stupor in fondling-mode. Is it because spring has sprung, or am I just in step with my hormone dance?
I expect, just like all of us, you are fixated on the muscle that waggles. Be grateful you have one. I realize that if I didn’t have my dangling appendage I would have no friends at all. Handle him with kid gloves. The touchy-feely thing I wouldn’t worry about. After all, what are friends for?
I hope this helped