[With all of this lively conversation, he might've...forgotten about the food, actually.]
The truth is out.
[She's more than welcome to sit on his lap, but one wonders if the girth around his membrane-skirt might make it feel a little more like a split than a straddle. There might be a little more of a conventional progression here than what he has in mind, but he slips his hands under the edges of her towel to rest them on her ass. Well, more of her ass and her upper thighs, given their size. Even like this, though, his fingertips are still dangerously close to the goods.]
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The truth is out.
[She's more than welcome to sit on his lap, but one wonders if the girth around his membrane-skirt might make it feel a little more like a split than a straddle. There might be a little more of a conventional progression here than what he has in mind, but he slips his hands under the edges of her towel to rest them on her ass. Well, more of her ass and her upper thighs, given their size. Even like this, though, his fingertips are still dangerously close to the goods.]