“Shit,” he said to himself, doing a little impatient dance, “30-minutes till we miss our flight.”few minutes later it was his ...urn to walk through the metal detectors…..BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!“Sir, your watch,” the TSA guard said.“Damnit,” he said in a hush manner as he unbuckles his watch and sends it down the X-Ray machine. He walks through the detector again….clear. He sighed in relief as he went to pick up his belongings as well as his. I ease my four clustered fingertips into her mouth. She glances up at me nervously. With my other hand on the back of her neck I press her head forward onto my fingers. All four are deep inside now; leaving only my largest knuckles visible outside her lips. Her jaw is stretched wide and her lips are tight against my skin all the way around except beneath, where her tongue dutifully protrudes. I press my fingertips against her throat and wait.Her saliva starts flowing again. Even her eyes are. The boys saw the bloody penis pulling in and out like a piston. Saw Angie's blood squirting up and spraying Glen's pubic hairs and hips and then falling down on her own hips. Heard their panting bodies knocking together. Glen's engorged balls slapping against her tiny exposed anus. More blood fountained up; its wetness caught the light and sparkled for a moment and then it fell and dried a dull red-brown.Their bodies worked frenziedly, pumping their feelings high, higher. Their groans issued. Ann looked fantastic in a tiny black bikini which barely covered an all over light tan. She had convinced me not to wear my favourite speedos but to pull on a loose pair of garish burmudas. In the elevator from our room to the ground she had delighted in reaching up one leg of the shorts, pulling out my dick and having a quick suck on it until she was surprised by the door opening on the ground floor. To my relief she was able to make me decent before we were spotted. I could see the sense of.