“Not now Brian, traffic is heavy and is coming to a stop” Sara whispered with a smile. Brian continued, “reach down and rub the inside of your l...gs”. Sara obeyed. Traffic had come to a complete halt and Sara shoved the car in Park. “Now slide your fingers through your bush”. Sara obliged, and felt herself getting wet. Oblivious to everything around her, she vigorously fingered her wet cunt as Brian coached excitedly in her ear. Traffic hadn’t budged. Sara fingered her hairy blonde bush harder.. All the way to the finish line but I made him cum on the floor. Safety first - unfortunately - but we both had a very good time together.The room has about 10 guys when I walk in so there is room to move around. I see a very tall black guy in the back corner and I smile at him and he smiles back. Then I walked to him. He was about 35 and he was really cute. And also long and lean and he liked me just as much as I liked him when we got close enough to check each other out. He put his hand. And Ted's early morning wood until they had shot their first load of the day. After a leisurely breakfast it was out fishing for our lunch. It took a few hours to catch enough for a decent meal so it was near lunch time by the time they were cleaned, a fire built, and the fish fried. They were delicious with just a little salt and pepper, and devoured with fresh berries and a few apples from a tree about a half mile away, plus cold clear water from the stream. After the few minutes of cleanup. Can you tell me how you made it?" "Well," she begins, tentatively, "of course it is entirely made by hand." J takes her hands and rubs them. "I have a new use for those hands, Delilah." They both look at me. Still holding her hands, he tells me, "Go get a chair so Delilah can sit down, Krys, and be quick about it." I rush into the other room, not covering up my nakedness, but just grabbing the first chair I can find and bringing it to my Master. He tells me to set it down and he seats.