This presented a bit of a dilemma. I could keep going, leading to an orgasm muted by the distraction, and followed by an intense, unsatisfiable desire...to urinate for several minutes before I'd actually be capable of it. Or I could interrupt my masturbation, piss after a much shorter detumescence interval, then come back and resume. Both were frustrating prospects.After a moment's indecision, I stood and shrugged into a bathrobe, then stood with my hand on the doorknob, waiting for my erection. Running up to her room she left her door ajar she proceeded to take off the dress. Mid-way she stopped abruptly; it almost felt like she was being watched. Shaking the silly notion from her mind she changed into the drier clothes and took her soiled dress to be washed."Do I smell spaghetti" Dean grinned as he walked into the kitchen."Indeed you do" she replied whilst serving it into a large dish for them all."Dante, Dan get down here, dinner's ready" yelled Dean before he sat down with. While chatting, she looked me in the eyes with a naughty smile saying “I saw what you did yesterday Natalie, I think it was great” I looked her in the eyes smiling and saying “how sweet of you, I think we should discuss that under the water, but since you remember seeing me fully naked, I think it would be ok for me to get up now to wear my swimsuit, as I do sleep fully nude”She laughed saying “sure, be comfortable, you said we are friends” She got up, pulled her short, light fluffy dress off,. I was all 'fingers and thumbs as I struggled out of my suit, shirt and tie and so on, down to my skin. I was already five minutes ate by the time I got out of the shower and another two minutes had passed by the time I had dried myself and was sitting on the end of the bed, pulling the stockings on. I realised that I should have to put the cock ring in place quickly before I developed the full and massively throbbing erection that wearing nylons always gives me. I was almost a quarter.