They were both taller than her but Rowdy crouched a little and she felt his manly extension fit between her cheeks like an iron rod from the blacksmit...’s stable. Initially, it was strange and uncomfortable but Emma’s heated kisses on her neck and mouth distracted her enough that she concentrated on returning them and forgot about Rowdy’s depraved probing from behind.It was a shock how quickly her virgin sphincter surrendered. She was truly spitted from behind and her whimpers and whining pleas. Maybe the ten girls would prove to be cooperative though I doubted it.Still my immediate problem was getting to Mexico with some ability to protect our girls in route. The pistols were out of the question as were knives. What wasn't were things any passenger might carry. It was a lot about being willing to do what was necessary. Most likely the danger would only manifest itself after we got to the dig site.The huge airport terminals were too busy for a kidnap, which is what I really feared. A. As she dozed off, her back to me and sexy arse jutting towards me, I began to imagine her being the naughty girl I had earlier envisioned. My hand slipped down to my semi-erect cock. Afraid to wake her, I slowly tugged the foreskin over the head as it filled with blood and pulsated in the cool air, heightening the pleasure. Unable to properly stroke, I squeezed the shaft, slowly imagining her being a naughty cock-craving slut, flirting with a younger colleague, teasing him. I imagined her. She smiled. “That good to know Buck.” She said.Olivia Mom was wearing a very tight brown knit shirt; the top two buttons were open. She was also wearing super tight jeans and some white tennis shoes on her little feet. She was just slightly taller than her daughter. “How tall our you? My oldest son is almost six foot. He lives with my ex down in Texas.” She said. “About 6ft 4. Depends on the size of my shoes I might be wearing that day.” We both laughed.I almost made her laugh again.