I wonder if she got it setup to use gasohol.”I look at the pumps as we pull in and remark, “Well, you either have low octane ‘normal’ gas or h...gh octane gasohol.”Ben submits, “Well, I guess we will try gasohol.”I pull up to the highest octane gasohol pump they have, exit the Cobra and Ben announces, “Jens, I need to stretch my legs.”Jennifer opens the door, climbs off Ben’s lap and it’s all I can do to keep from laughing since Ben has a major tent in his pants (Hell I would too if she was. A pretty young woman who showed her North African ancestry waited on them and pretty soon they enjoyed a first course of taktouka, a spicy tomato and green pepper salad. Next came a lamb couscous and it was everything Helen had promised. A dessert of kaab el ghzal, basically a very sweet almond paste Danish, and mint tea closed their culinary excursion.Somehow the good food had put them in a better mood and none of Helen’s woes were mentioned. Instead they talked about their plans, their likes. He said Kimberly knew exactly what was going on, and was cool with it, and that he noticed the girls winking at each other.Other things got a little crazy too. Several of the girls were topless in the pool/hot tub… but not Kimberly; she had a hot pink tank top on, wet t-shirt style, and her bikini bottom. There were six girls and eight guys.Kimberly invited a guy she’s been seeing… an Italian boy named Giancarlo; he’s very cute! His father is a pretty well-known businessman in the area.. Dad saw me looking down at his crotch and he told me that masturbating was ok and for me not to be ashamed of doing it, even in front of him. With that said, dad pulled the robe open and his big cock was sticking straight out and he left hand was kinda rubbing the head. I was mesmerized for a second, this being the first time I had ever seen a mans cock other than my own. It was a lot bigger than mine but I figured me being so young, it would grow to be like his.Dad told me to go change out of.