It was wild.’ ‘Mmm, yeah, keep moving just like that, hon, oh, that’s feeling good.’ ‘Well, I was so turned-on by that point, I just pushed ...im down on the bed, got up over him and jammed down on him like I was a crazy woman. Well, maybe I was. God, I fucked him like it was the last fuck I’d ever have. I don’t know what he thought but he sure didn’t want me to stop. Oh, and I didn’t either,’ she laughed. ‘Well, babe, you seem to still be pretty turned-on by it.’ ‘Oh, John, just fuck me, keep. ” I followed her instructions to the letter, tasting her sweet pussy juices as they flowed.“When you are hard again, fuck me.” What did she mean again? My cock had been rock solid all the way through the whole wonderful experience, even after cumming it had remained erect. I immediately stopped with my fingers and tongue and moved to get my cock close to her pussy. I felt her hand grab hold of my cock and guide it towards her pussy. As I entered her I felt the warmth and wetness of her pussy. 'How do you feel', she asked me? I was still trying to get my head around how this conversation, a bit confusing, was becoming a personal thing. Inge's English was not perfect, but it was direct, a very German approach, 'You like to fuck him?''Outrageous and shocked' were two words that aptly described my disbelief. To have an extremely beautiful and photogenic girl suggest you fuck a complete stranger, in the back of a Jumbo Jet with hundreds of passengers sitting in front of you, just took my. At hearing her friend moan, Angela looked over and watched as Kendra’s hand worked hard and fast inside her panties. The image spurred her on, and the exciting rush soon had Angela plunging her fingers into her soaking wet pussy, finger-fucking herself without mercy. A rhythmic drenched clacking filled the room’s silence as she effortlessly assaulted herself in working to achieve self-satisfaction.Pausing, Kendra squirmed to peel her panties off, throwing them on the table before her. She.