You could keep doing that.

Sarah laughs as she removes your underwear. "I haven't given a handjob since high school," she says, still smiling. Her smile fades as she leans in closer. "But since I hated the taste of cum," she says, licking your neck and ear, "I got to be damned good at it." With that, you feel her soft hand closing around your cock and her fingers dance lightly up and down the shaft. Her thumb begins slowly rubbing the head of your dick and soon she begins stroking you.

"I always found that the guys liked this when we were in the backseat of the car," she whispers. She bites your ear softly, taking it into her mouth and sucking softly on the lobe. You moan, surprised. She has never done that before. "And it never hurt that I let them play with my tits." She slides (with one hand) the lingerie off of her top, revealing those breasts that you've always found so captivating. The cherry nipples are already hard, and you find yourself irresistably drawn to them. You begin rubbing their softness with little regard for her comfort.

"Ooohhh, that's right. Some of the guys I dated in high school were a little rough. I'd usually stop jacking them until they calmed down." Her hands leave your dick and you release her tits. She pulls back for a moment before looking at you. She looks down at her tits and rubs them, as if giving herself a massage before grabbing your erection and stroking it again.

"And when I wanted those high school boys to cum, I made them cum." She begins furiously beating your meat, whispering into your ear. "Sometimes, it would shoot out all over my tits, and I would have to rub it off onto my shirt... One boy actually got cum all over his windshield because I turned him on so much..." With a groan, you feel your dick pulse, and load after load drenches Sarah's arm and stomach. Soon her hand is drenched in your cum. She smiles at you and sighs, licking her hands clean.

"Thanks for the trip down memory lane, honey?" You nod silently. "Now what about little old me?"