Dazedly, I blinked as Natha put me down on the floor and turned me around gently. It was cold and when he tugged my pants down, it got even colder.
Why did he tug my pants down?
Oh, right. Pee. I need to pee. All of those wines and meads made me want to pee. Natha even being so generous and helping me aimed, so all I needed to do was just pee.
"Okay, that's it, let it all out..."
Mmh--his voice next to my ear was so good, I couldn't help but shudder at it. He put his hand on my abdomen, pressing me there, reminding me of the time he sometimes pressed my slightly distended skin when he was inside me.
Why wasn't he inside me, though?
Right, because I was peeing.
"Are you done?" he asked me kindly.
Well, I was done, but...I looked down and saw his hand on my peepee. This wasn't right. He should stroke his hand when it was there. Why didn't he? It'd feel good...
"Nat..." I whined and wriggled my hips, rutting on his hand.
