Strange, the things you remember.Sabrina’s sitting next to me and I’m driving. She’s rather quiet and I think she might have fallen asleep until...I hear a strange noise. I turn to look and almost drive the car off the road. She’s in the passenger seat and masturbates. Okay, I need to phrase this differently, else nobody will understand how crass it was: Sabrina is sitting there, her short skirt pulled up and is shoving the bottle up her cunt. Gotta say it like that.I’m speechless and need to. Belinda spent hours trying to debrief me. Ostensibly it was to ascertain the effectiveness of her plan for managing virgins, but I think she really just likes to listen to all of the lurid details. I gave her just enough to shut her up on the subject, but no more. I assured her whole-heartedly that her system works well; a little too well, if anything.To say that Kevin and I made up for lost time is an understatement. Morning sex, secret daytime sex and sometimes public sex in quiet parts of. I didnt bother with the towel anymore, that ship had sailed. She moved to her collection of bottles and picked one out of one of the buckets. Warm coconut oil shot onto my back, and strong little fingers began working it into my skin. I closed my eyes, enjoying the incredible massage as she unknotted every muscle in my back with her talented hands. The girl next started on my palms, digging into the small muscles of my hand with the tips of her fingers. After one was done, she worked her way. He slowly slid to a kneeling position and his hand was shaking as he reached out.“Lift it “, I said. “Feel how heavy that tit is.”He did and his face turned red. I thought he was going to come in his pants. He reached out his second hand and caressed her other breast. “There’s so soft, yet heavy!" he said. “I can’t believe they can be both at the same time!”“Tweak her nipples next”, I instructed. He did, and a soft moan escaped his lips.“My cock has never been this hard!” he whispered. “I.