He handed me the brownie with a smile. I smiled back and took a bite. Woah, thats amazing. What did you put in it? I asked him. He smiled and sat next... to me on the bed. Its a secert. was all he said. Of course it was. I stood up and started to stretch out. Wheres your bathroom at? I really gotta pee. He lead me around the corner and into the bathroom.Thanks. I walked in and started to pee. It was only 8 and we had a late start. We could easily stay up until midnight and have no problem waking. The little girl walked to the end of the bench and looked over her right and left shoulders and then quickly pushed her shorts with elastic waist down to her skinny thighs. Her white panties with yellow daisies went down with the shorts. She placed a hand on the bench seat and squatted, staying like that for a few moments, and then a stream of urine splashed onto the grass."Mommy, I don't have any toilet paper," the girl cried out still squatting.Her mother looked up and then glanced around.. Soon she made up an excuse to leave and went upstairs. I waited a moment before speaking. “Well?” I asked my eyebrow raised. “You saw?” “And almost came in my pants.” “Yeah, me too.” he admitted and gazed longingly up the stairs after Cyndi. “God that was so hot. I never expected her to come like that. So quickly or so hard. Damn I bet she’s soaking wet.” he murmured thoughtfully. “You didn’t find out?” I asked surprised. Nothing would have kept me from dipping my fingers into her pussy. “Well, you are in a long term relationship with the Roberttones, aren’t you?” he said.I nodded.“But you can still have a musical ‘fling’ with me, and it doesn’t affect your stuff with them,” he continued. “Playing stuff with me, or anyone else for that matter, that’s just your bit on the side.”“Well, now that you put it that way,” I said. “I guess it can make some sense. Not that playing music with you is anything like sex! You make it sound like a gay thing.”“Fuck! It’s an analogy, dick head!”.