She paused and concentrated for a little while. Suddenly, a look of smug contentment lit up her face. “This is so cool! I’m peeing in the kitchen ...ink right now! I can feel it making my penis warm. The stainless steel was kinda chilly.”“You’re pissing in the kitchen? Well, Gwen. It was really nice knowing you. You know mom is a neat freak. If she finds out you pissed in the sink, she’s gonna kill you!”“Nah! She won’t be home for hours.”“Get out of my room and put that portal back right now!. Though he had seen her only from the rear yesterday, he recognized the move from the desk. Her eyes shone as she weaved in and out of the finer points of multi-level and multi-jurisdictional government strategy. She wasn’t crazy, that much was clear. She made sense, though she made a few small jumps in logic he didn’t agree with. Part of him itched to argue with her, to see how she’d respond, but for now he was content to watch and listen. Just as handshakes can be informative, so, too, can. " I'm glad you didn't," said Hank quietly, "but you've still given me a lot to think about. Let's go and order while I collect my thoughts."She smiled gratefully and they both moved over to look at the menu boards. Hank knew exactly what he wanted so did not have to waste thinking time on that and then he merely had to repeat Fiona's order to the girl behind the bar. He replenished their drinks at the same time.They sat down again. Fiona looked slightly apprehensive but Hank had thought things. “Of course” I said as I wrapped the little towel around me which only just fastened and they both watched me as I got up and headed out to the patio, the both sniggered under their breath as they saw the tent pole sticking out from under the towel.I sat down on the sun lounger and the two girls sat opposite me and for the life of me I don’t know why I even had the towel wrapped around me as my cock was totally upright taking the towel with it and it was on full display as I say there man.