Together she and van Eyck made their way out of the airport, van Eyck's gun in his leg holster deterring any salacious approaches."You should be grate...ul we're here to meet you," muttered the Boer,"Last week some Yank air hostess made the mistake of going to the toilet by herself. Three days later they found her gang-banged carcass out back getting chewed by rats!"Hilary ignored his fictions. She was used to van Eyck's type. Those men who resented her as a woman working in a man's world.Van. Customers would have stayed away in droves." You could have hung a few dresses on the walls," I countered. "Orbrought in one of your clothes rails." Not the same," returned Bridie. "People like to see a dress beingworn, to see how it hangs, how it catches the light." I did suggest you ask one of your friends to wear it," I said."Sophie, perhaps? She would look incredible in this dress, what withher legs and figure." And I did tell you," Bridie shot back, "that I would have felt obligedto pay. Charles was agast at how erotic she looked as she once more returned her dildo deep inside her. This time lubricated by him."I do this twice a day Charles, always my dildo is you."Her thrusting became more urgent and she brought her knees together and raised them to her chest. Diane's orgasm was close. She pulled out her toy suddenly."Eat me Charles, eat me!"He lent forward, pressing his lips against hers. Diane gripped his scalp and pulled him firmer into her quim."Hard Charles, don't. Heather is rubbing her clit like crazy. I'm going harder and faster, deeper and deeper... “Cum in me.” I pull her hair again, she clenches on my cock. “Yes Dylan. That...that!” I can feel my cock throbbing. My balls tightening. I'm almost lifting Heather off her feet with each of my thrusts. “I want your cum dripping from my cunt.” Heather is helpless. I lose control. Pulse after pulse of cum emanates from my cock deep inside her. I feel her shivers of pleasure as her climax peaks. I pull her.