For the grand finale, when the drink cart came by Cindy asked for club soda. Of course as the stewardess handed it over, Cindy mishandled it and poure... a nice amount of club soda on her shirt. Instant wet t shirt contest. And we have a winner. Greg gasped, couldn't begin to hide that he was looking, said "oh" then quickly got up and ran to the rest room. The stewardess, a veteran of many flights had probably seen it all. Unperturbed, she quietly said to Cindy, "I think that may have been more. “You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you?”“On my honor, what little of it I have, no. He’s a rock troll and I think he’s kind of sweet on me.”“What would he think of me ravishing you if I left you alive and unharmed?”“Depends on if I said anything or not. Make it enjoyable and maybe I’ll forget to mention it.”So he did. Think about it for a minute. Flickering tongue? Slithery scales? a thick pointed tail-end? He started out using his forked tongue on my nipples. Damn, that had me writhing like. I was afraid that we would stop what we were doing and she'd leave for a while. That wouldn't be a bad thing because I was ready to finger myself as it was right now. At least if she stopped now and left I'd be able to masturbate some relief into my soul."I'm sorry."She was getting redder and redder, embarrassed at what had just happened."It's okay. You were just showing me why you thought he was such a hot kisser, and I can see why. You had me getting worked up and you're a girl."I threw in my. He'd followed his CO, wanting to have a short talk about up coming maneuvers. This was not what he'd imagined he would find. But his cock was getting hard as he watched his Captain fucking this dark haired beauty. He wanted some of her. He glanced around, saw they were alone, and freed his hardening prick. "Please, sir, I need some cock to suck. Fuck and suck, yes, please fuck me, feed me cock, oh god more cock." Miyamoto was on his knees before her face and she was gobbling his cock, eager to.