Grinning, Rowan inched up enough to unlace his pants, remove his codpiece, and let his thick, hot, hard manhood spring free.  "There you go, dear girl, drink your fill."<br/><br/>For a few moments, he couldn't resist teasing his fingers through her silky hair.  Not for long though.<br/><br/>Soon he went back to eating his food, then, seeming to ignore the girl now like the convenient receptacle for his seed that she was, rather than the playmate he'd been treating her like earlier.<br/><br/>"So, Marvin," he inquired of the fisherman, "what are your areas of expertise?"