I finally tired of having the sweatshirt in the way. I pulled it up and with a bit of cooperation from Sandy, over her head. She didn’t seem to mind...the sweatshirt being gone when I leaned down and sucked one of her nipples in my mouth as I pinched the other. Matter of fact, I think she was glad it was gone with the long, loud moan that escaped her. She continued to moan, whimper and writhe as I continued my assault on her nipples.I slid a hand down to the waistband of the jeans she had on, and. It took me no time to cum rapidly. I then moved his mouth and tongue to my wet soaked cunt and he licked around it till I told him to push his tongue in and he tongue fucked me as I coated him with my warm cream. I told him "Harder, faster. Fuck that wet cunt. Make me cum all over your face. Swallow my cream." He did a great tongue fuck job. As he tongue fucked my cunt his cock jerked and I could see the big head was wet. I pulled his head from my pussy and put a leg over him and slid that cock. A small trickle of piss squirted out as her arse let go a rasping blast of wind. She heard a soft giggle from the occupant of the next cubicle, and then her curiosity started to burn inside her. She pulled a large wad of toilet tissue from the roll and quickly cleaned her self up.Slipping back into her skirt and stuffing her thong into her handbag she opened the door and walked to the washbasins, looking in the mirror to see her former neighbours cubicle door open and a young girl, dressed in. As she lifted her hand luggage into the over head bin her breasts lifted up and I saw that whilst they were an average size, the shape was nice. So she sat down, I took my seat and resumed reading, or trying to read. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that her skirt was riding high revealing perfectly round and shapely knees. She was looking out of the window excited no doubt about the flight.As the plane taxied out onto the runway she turned to me and said, I love London, but its good to be.