" Pinky knew that this would be SO humiliating, but, she was SO horny. "Ok, I'll do it," she laughed nervously. "But ima need sumpin', honey - you kno... - a little courage... please," she begged. The mayn smiled and put a hit of coke on the back of his hand and the bitch snorted it and lapped up the residue from his hand. Then the bitch took a deep breath and walked out of the booth, completely naked except for her 5 inch high heels, her face dripping with semen. Everyone was watching as she. I watched as she flung her head back and forth in a yes motion. At that moment the guy to my right shot a huge load of cum across her chest. Almost simultaneously, Gillian moaned loud that she was cumming and I used my hands to raise her up and down on my cock as hard as I could. She let go of the guy behind us and held my shoulders as I could feel her nectar run down onto my lap. She pushed back from me almost limp and as she did the man to my left unloaded a massive load of cum across her. They had seemed to hit it off, Em thought, Ambrose and David’s wife, whose name was Ngaire and who had grown up in New Zealand and had rather engagingly spoken of fush instead of fish when she ordered the lemon sole.She was a svelte and sexy blonde with nice legs and, Em judged from the conservative but promissory swell of her bust, very trim tits. She was a year or so older than Em, perhaps 10 years younger than Ambrose.Em had wondered, without rancour, whether (or rather, she thought, when). It was equipped with a computer station for him to access satellite imagery of the area and be sure that they were still on course. It also came packed with food, water, and thermal blankets for warmth. But obviously judging by the two aggravated women vigorously rubbing their hands together, that was not warm enough, “If you wanted to be equipped for harsh weather conditions, perhaps you should’ve insulated your suit better. Or simply just wore more.”“Typical human-male, telling a woman how.