Sara tried to get comfortable but she was very nervous about flying. The stewardess brought her a diet coke and she put her headphones in her ears and...began listening to her music. She closed her eyes and tried to block out the hum of the engines and the pressure building in her ears. She was about to doze off when the plane encountered a bit of turbulence.She gripped the seat, tears running down her cheeks, waiting for the shaking to stop. She felt a hand on her shoulder. Looking up she saw. It was a good long cum, and when she finished she looked down at me over her tits.“You are a naughty, naughty man to keep a girl hanging on like that. But God, I loved it! Believe me, though, I’m not going to hang around with you.”She didn’t.She moved herself down my body so that her pussy was over my cock and, using her hand to help, guided me in. She was soaking. Each push of my cock seemed to release more of her juices to run down my shaft, so that pretty soon, as I lay on my back with her. " Jennifer said with a smile as she settled into her own chair. Sally Yee was a few inches taller than Jennifer's 5'6" with a round pleasant face that made her seem even younger than her 25 years. Long straight black hair was tied up into the bun she wore while working. Hair that stretched down to her waist when undone. Sally had a slim but well developed build. A tight waist and taut stomach supported small round breasts that were firm enough not to need additional support. At least Jennifer. Is Felicity home?”“Ohhhh you should have told me you weren’t alone!” moaned the maid, still blushing, and unable to look at Misty. With her eyes lowered she turned toward Misty, obviously mortified. “I’m so sorry, Miss. I’ll see if Madame is free.”She scurried off, while Misty looked curiously at Bobby.“She’s kind of sweet on me,” he said, grinning.“I guess so!”Things got more confusing when a blond woman perhaps in her late twenties, came into the hallway and began walking toward them.“Wait!”.