When Clyde came home from the market yesterday he had a banana in his hand. He sat on my lap as a matter of course and we talked and had fun. I know he wants me to carry him around because he enjoys being carried by me. At some point I have the idea to use the banana. After I squeezed the banana between my firm thighs the sweet cream comes out and later I completely crushed it with my biceps and the cream fall down to the floor, now it was clear that Clyde must give me his sweet cream.