We were the kind of people who ate out more often then not. I could not remember going grocery shopping since I was a kid. I stood in the shower for w...at felt like an hour. My skin was starting to prune and I knew that it was time for me to get out and put some pajama’s on so that I could start my lazy day on the couch catching up on all the shows that were on my DVR. I turned off the water and reached out to grab my towel. I pulled it into the shower with myself and dried myself off the best. " Fly the bloody shuttle, Algy." ... clicked the speaker."Aggy, thank you for allowing me to visit. We do have a few things to discuss." Welcome aboard, Harold. I have some Jamaican Blue you must sample."They shook hands and McCock guided his visitor to his office where Trojan had set out the coffee pot, mugs and accessories. Trojan poured the first samples and then excused himself claiming there was a re-run of a favourite vid he had to see. They enjoyed the brew exchanging inane comments. Now relaxing into my fantasy I relaxed myself as much as possible and urged myself to start peeing. In a matter of seconds my pee started to flow, slowly at first and then heavier as I relaxed more. It ran through my fingers, sprayed against my pubic hair and ran down my legs onto the floor and around my feet. I rubbed myself faster and felt just a small gently second orgasm flood through me. A second in ten minutes was pleasing. It didn't have to be huge. A small, quiet cumming was just right. Quickly Cody retreated to the couch proudly adjusting his shorts and enjoyed the spoils of his victory. I laid on the floor with an amazing view of Cody’s legs spread wide open, his plump cock peaked out of his shorts like a nervous prairie dog…. I was paralyzed in the moment and in aw of the Indian god that sat before me. I said nothing waiting to make eye contact, waiting for approval, a sign, anything. I wondered– did he like me… was he to afraid to take the first step… or did he feel creped.