Cassy moaned loudly at that pulling his head in further to her pussy so she could grind herself on his face, to no prevail. John chuckled ‘Sorry bab..., but I’m in control.’ he said and held onto her thighs making sure she couldn’t get what she wanted. She liked to hurry things up when she needed to be somewhere and he stopped her by tormenting her with his slowness to make everything perfect. She knew she couldn’t take this torture for much longer, it would send her over the edge and she wanted. As they’re expanding, they’ve always got two coaches on this run, and the first one leaves a little early, when it fills up, and the overflow get the second coach.’ He was right. At the coach park we were two of only five people left waiting, and in front of us was an almost-new double-decker coach. Our driver took our bags and the stewardess, a sweet young strawberry-blonde girl who looked barely old enough to drive herself, checked tickets and told us, rather obviously, that we could sit. Quickly. “Oh teach, I know you wanted to,” she said as I walked over to her. I grabbed her behind the head, forced my tongue into her mouth, and grabbed her right breast. So firm, so hard, it was good. She pulled back. “Oh my! I just wanted to give you a quick feel,” she said. “I want more than that,” I said, unbuttoning her jeans. “But,” she started getting nervous, “I just wanted to tease you a bit.” “Kristina,” I said as one hand went to her throat and one to her right breast, “it’s not good. “You don't need the bikini top babe; it’s only really for show; the cuntal one does all the work.”At last, we were on her bed, lips locked together, hands exploring soft places, getting wet again. Sam spun around, lifting one leg to grind our pussies together; she was very good at tribadism. Whenever the metal studs on our bikinis clashed, small sparks flashed into both our cunts; I was pretty close to cumming. Suddenly the door opened and Matt rushed in, clutching his tablet: “Look at this,.