Charlie did not understand what he was seeing. His mind raced almost as fast as the hand he'd worked down into his now open uniform slacks. He had enough mind to open them this time and freely worked his erection. Curiosity had a hold of his mind and he so badly wanted to lick the thing Quin pulled from his urethra and seeing the amount of cum that came out reminded him of milk. The connection made him loose it and he came right there on the floor at the entrance of the shower.<br/><br/>Uncaring of who he was talking too though he probably should have been a little worried, he didn't bother to hide himself as Quin began cleaning up. Charlie was always rather blunt, especially when he was curious.  He still massaged his shrinking member and wanted him to look his way and see the mess he had caused him to make as well.  Unsure of where his boldness came from, he spoke just loud enough to be heard over the water. His voice still echoed a little in the room.  "You made a mess. Is this how you always spend you open hour?"