I grabbed her hands, and pinned them behind her back with my right arm. This caused her to fall forward. I caught her by the neck with my other hand, ...nd from this position began to ram into her sopping cunt as hard as I could. Melanie screamed and begged for more. I obliged. Gradually my hand slid lower and lower down her spine until my finger felt the ridge of her ass. How could I forget about the woman's ass? It belonged in a rap video, or a LuluLemon commercial. My finger slipped down that. Needless to say Dave and I made a decent tag team.Now I said Miki and had had group sex before, but it was all very organized. A meeting, chit chat, etc. And hardly ever a repeat performance. I wanted more though. I couldn't put my finger on what that was exactly until I had met Dave. I wanted full on wet, sticky, regular group sex sessions and I knew I would only get that from my own woman. The plan was simple, invite Dave over. Hang out until Miki got home, and see where it went. However I. We chatted about the course, her post-graduation plans, and had a few stiff drinks each, ostensibly so we could sleep. After the meal, the shades were drawn and the lights were dimmed. It was cold on the plane and we both had blankets across our laps as we prepared to try and sleep for a while. Jesse visited the lavatory and returned to ask me to join the Mile-High Club, but we knew that the modern lavatories are really small, and the airlines are not very pleased when passengers try to pull. Weeks of sexual frustration was boiling over for both of us and all we wanted was to explore each other’s body. I removed her burqa and for the first time I saw her in a white salwar kameez. She looked like an angel in that. She started taking her top off but I stopped her as I wanted to do this real slow. I then turned her around and hugged her from behind cupping her boobs. I realised they were indeed a handful and asked her what size they were. She told me to find it out by myself and then.