I would be emptying this bottle today, as I won’t be taking the half bottle with me. The oil was already dripping from my hair by the time I finishe... the bottle.I started combing my oiled sleek hair, only to find more and more oil dripping on floor. I turned around in front of the mirror, checking myself out. All my body was now covered in oil, and was now shining in the small light. My long hair almost reached my knees now, and was very beautiful in straight cut at the ends.Enough of mirror. " "But you have thought about it?" "Well, since you brought it up, I haven't been able to help it," Nichole admonished her. "I am his mother, so I do happen to know he has a nice cock." "He knows how to use it, too," Rachel said it before she could stop herself. "You didn't," Nichole's mouth fell open. "I just kind of happened," Rachel told her apologetically. "And it keeps on happening. That boy is like a machine. He just can't get enough." "I can't believe you," Nichole told her quietly. "How. Cherie was thankful for the food, so we pulled out and started on our way to Davenport.We talked about the schedule, and she said that the ten on eight off schedule could end up being very exhausting. "They want you to sleep, but in reality, the eight off means you end up getting five hours sleep and some time for breakfast, dinner and a bathroom break. If you do that too many times in a row without a catch-up break, you'll hit the wall and fall asleep at the wheel. I don't do too many 'just in. I stopped and she flipped her hair up out of her face. “I wanna do that again in another position,” she said and then climbed off me without asking if I could do it again.She turned around on her hands and knees, pointing her lush buttocks at me. Then she lowered her shoulders to the bed and reached back, between her legs, to grip me. “Here,” she said, as I got up on my knees behind her.She pulled me into her and then effectively went limp.I gripped her hips and pulled her back onto me.