"I'm glad you're not mad at me," he said. "I was worried you'd see me lying there between your two half-naked friends, my full erection barely covered, and just assume the worst."

I sighed. "I guess it's fine," I said. "What happened after I left?"

"She massaged my front," he said matter of factly.

"Like before?" I asked. "Did she climb on top of you?"

He nodded.

"So her boobs were just swinging all over right in front of your face?"

"Yeah, at first," he said.

"Then what?" I asked. "She put a bra back on?"

"No," he said. "She was covered in oil, so she had to leave it...