Then she opened her dressing tabledrawer and selected a plum-coloured nail polish. She explained that itwould match with my new jacket. I found this a...l to be one of thosedeeply feminine experiences and I loved it. She was rapt inconcentration as she applied the lustrous colour to my nails one by oneand when she'd finished one hand I had to wave it in the air to speed upthe drying process in that time honoured female gesture. I loved it!Soon, she'd finished the other hand and she said that. “Fuck your little cock-slut, daddy! Fuck her! Oh! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, I’m a fuck-slut! Fuck your nasty fuck-slut! Oh, I’m daddy’s little fuck-slut! Daddy’s nasty fuck-princess! Oh, daddy! Aaaaaaaahhhh!” she cried out and fell limp, quivering upon the bed.The three didn’t speak for a while as they lay together, exhausted. The room was filled with the sounds of deep breathing and the occasional satisfied sigh. Sweat, cum, and the aroma of hot, wet pussy lingered in the air like a thick fog.Greg. Of course, he deftly brushed his hand against my breast as he did. My nipples suddenly perked up, and my libido took another upward spike. It was my turn to let out a low moan.By then, our plane had reached its cruising altitude, and a flight attendant brought us our two small bottles of wine.We made a brief toast to fun and pleasure. This meant Stan had to move his right hand off his arm and away from my breast. After taking a few sips of wine, Stan moved his hand back toward me. I caught his. Leaning in kissing dasha hard on the lips her mouth opened as her tongue slid out to find her sister’s. He concentrated now on Talis for the moment knowing she was on edge. Soon enough Dasha would have her reward from him. His fingers moved deep into talis’s shuddering slit when he heard her beg he smiled. His gasp came again when he watched talis kissing dasha. This also drew a surprised gasp from dasha. His fingers spread as he slowly drew them from her gripping slit spreading her again..