At the urinal, I yanked my jeans down to my thighs and whipped out my dick. The relief from the release of my bladder was immeasurable. I didn’t thi...k I was ever going to stop pissing.Just as I was starting to shake the last drops from my cock, I heard the door open and a guy walked in. Then, I heard the guy’s feet falter, like he had stumbled. I turned to check that he was still on his feet. He was staring right at my ass. Wait, no, he wasn’t staring at my ass; he was staring at the ladies’. My God, but things have changed since then.Lenore brought them up the Fisherman's Wharf area, and to North Beach for a quick lunch of soup and bread. It was a quick trip, though they'd already seen their share of purple hair – on one man's chest – and at least three sets of male couples kissing."Just like Paris," de Puniet said, smiling.Lynne confided to Lenore that she was more than a little sore, and so Lenore started hailing cabs to move them around The City.Now they were at the Cable Car. Once we got inside and were introduced to several different people(I think they just wanted to make sure we weren't with the local authorizes) we were given a tour to see what was available and where. The only real restrictions aside from making sure every one was legal age were the ones that the individuals set for themselves. The place where it was held was amazing!!! It must have had 10+different bedrooms ... all with queen of king size beds, 4 or 5 large open areas with different "ideas". We went to the Spa and we started to go to the change rooms. “Hey, why bother! I don’t have swimmers so I’m just stripping and jumping in,” Deb said.I watched as she undressed, she seemingly had no inhibitions as she unbuttoned her shirt and removed it revealing that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I had often imagined her tits and there they were on display; smallish, beautiful, and just teasing me as I gazed at them … I’m such a tit guy. Then Deb started to remove her jeans. Again, I watched as.