I returned the next day. Carl did not have to ask me to put on the towel; I did the same way as the day before, putting on the towel and then dropping...my boxers. Carl asked if I minded him drinking a beer and said "No." He opens a small refrigerator producing two imported beers. He opened both and gave me one. Carl was dressed as he was the day before. The massage was the same as the day before. Today when on my stomach, Carl slides the towel allowing half of my rear disclosed. He continued. The image was extremely vivid, and I couldn't quite decide if I liked it or not.I told Cindy, "Turn around so you're facing toward my feet. That way I can see my cock sliding in and out of your ass." What I didn't mention is that it would also be easier to imagine I was fucking Brian if all I could see was her ass. She may have figured that out for herself. In any case, she turned around, sat on my cock again, and rode it up and down enthusiastically. If I hadn't already cum once, I would have. It was my last year in undergrad and I had just gotten out of a cumbersome long term relationship so I was mostly focused on graduating and getting out into the real world. During that year I still dated and had fun and, after some friends' wedding reception, I hooked up with my friend Alyssa. She was very cute and had a fit little body with shapely hips and small but very attractive breasts. We'd known each other for a while as we were in the same degree program but had never done anything. As the officer hunches over to look at you, you notice that this officer was female. She sported mid-length straight-ironed brown hair that stopped a bit past her shoulders. Although her aviator glasses hid her eyes, you can tell by her lips and the rest of her face that she was attractive."Uh, what seems to be the problem, officer? I wasn't speeding, was I?" You say.The cop takes a second before replying, "No, you were driving okay. But I'm assuming you don't know that your left brake light is.