”I reached into the flap of my boxers, and felt for my cock. It felt warm in my icy hands. I snaked it out of my shorts and stuck it into the wide ...outh of the bottle. Then, I let out a deep breath as my body began to relax. A wave of cozy relief washed over me as I felt a steady stream of piss pour out of me. A faint smell of ammonia rose up and gave me a dangerous feeling of taboo. Pissing in bottles was a bachelor’s game; a practice I hadn’t exercised in over three years since moving in. But it takes money, of course." As I understand it, Google has offered a grant of $200K. If we were to match that, would it help?" I watched the faces of the parents in the room. Surprise was evident. I surmise that if somebody had just offered MY pre-teen daughter a couple of hundred thousand dollars in research money, I would have required embalming next. These people are USED to the unusual from these girls.Terri spoke for them. I would come to find out that she was the leader, much like. The image of Mom fingering herself while she watched made my now-swollen snake twitch.A knock on the door interupted my thoughts."Come for brunch," Mom invited through the door."Okay, be right there," I replied.I struggled to pack my now-hard beast into my sweat pants. I looked out the window - sunny, looked hot out - and decided not to put a shirt on.“Maybe Mom will check me out,” I thought as I flexed in the mirror. I was getting pretty muscular now, not so skinny, and was as tall as the Old. "I don't know how much rum to put in so I thought I'd let you mix them for us. I don't want too much in mine, I don't drink much and..."She was going to say that she still had another dance after he left, but it embarrassed her, and she didn't want to think about that right now.Instead, she stood and watched as he mixed her drink then his.He didn't use all the coke in hers saying, "Here try this. See if it's too strong. If it is we can water it down with more coke."When he held the glass up,.