I had admired the two thick smooth wooden handles, and I wondered what one of them might feel like penetrating my tight pussy. I was about to find ou.... I crept silently on tiptoes over to the wall and took the shears back to my secret perch near the action below. I had barely slipped out of my jeans and wet panties when I heard her choke and cough quietly as she pulled her head back in an effort to calm her spasming throat. I took a seat on top of the hay bale and steered one of the wooden. The mood had shifted with Marty and Amber’s actions, and that was a good thing.“I told you that I’d get revenge from the other day!” Amber crowed imperiously, putting on a regal poise, her nose in the air, her green eyes glinting impishly.“Revenge for what?” CC asked with a giggle.Amber eagerly held court, telling everyone about how I’d unceremoniously dumped her into Marty’s pool a few days earlier. Meanwhile, Mark and I clambered out of the pool. I led him over to where I’d placed some towels. She was wearing a long modest black dress. Then I pulled her in the right direction and I switched off the lights except for the table lamp. I needed a little light to sleep.So I was ready to sleep. As a film guy, the ritual was to check the phone for one last time before going to sleep, which I did. Nothing important was there and so I slept.It was a little later, at around 2 am I could hear someone snoring. I had completely forgotten about Nisha sleeping next to me in my bed. So I woke up all. Nor was the meal. It had grown very late, and everybody else on the airplane had their reading lights turned out and seemed to be asleep. That is except for the couple directly across from us. They kept looking at us and I couldn’t figure out why. I wouldn’t have noticed except that I kept looking at them, hoping to see some sign of them turning their lights out so that we could implement our plan to make love on the airplane.Finally, with a look of exasperation in our general direction the.