I hope he doesn't read this...
My brother when he was but a nipper was quite the exhibitionist.

He thought nothing of standing on the windowsill, in naught but his birthday suit and in full view of the busy road that passed by our house.

With a merry tune and a happy grin, he would strum his penis, while holding his other arm out to one side and singing "I'm playing my willy guitar" over and over again, in a high pitched, wurzelled drawl.

He didn't seem ashamed at the time, but when I recalled it recently and enlightened the mother of his children as well as a selection of his closest friends, he clearly began to regret being such a mong in his childhood.
( Moey, Fri 13 Mar 2009, 11:13, Reply)