She dripped warm oil down my crack and started to run her finger between my cheeks and grazing my asshole. Once that started, my cock was rock hard an... she used her other hand to gently touch the underside of my shaft, roll her fingertips around my head, and slowly massage my balls. I moaned every time her finger passed over my asshole and she started to rub the entry with her oiled up finger. I lifted my hips up off the table just a bit and rocked my ass back against her finger. She started. "Really?" she wondered, escorting her hands back to my dick. "You've never actually masturbated thinking about having sex with me?" she asked, stroking it."Well, sometimes I just picture you nude, washing the dishes or cleaning the apartment," I responded, grazing her butt. "I just wanted to get together naturally. Little did I know that you'd throw yourself at me." Well, we haven't had sex yet," she reminded me before she kissed me. "We both know the answer, but I'm gonna ask anyway: would you. Every time we met up, the conversation was mainly about, the holiday, and all the girls kept commenting on how erotic the night had been, most of them admitting the thoughts of what had happened would regularly lead to serious masturbating and many an orgasm.It was Jen’s birthday, she turned eighteen and as she was at some running event I decided to send her a text;“Hi Jen – hap b-day”“Just came 3 in the final” came back a quick response“You on way home – smiley face – drop into me”“Ok any news. I had guys list what they wanted and could stay time wise and I developed sometimes like an airport holding pattern and would monitor everything from right outside in the closet. I would let the guys see a bunch of pictures during the negotiation and found if they watched her on the tape before entering it acted like a fluff . I also let guys re circulate and after the first no check no condom bare backing in every hole was an easy sale. imagine that pussy never getting a chance to breathe.