I was gobsmacked and sat there with my mouth hanging open. She was absolutely stunning. She out and out laughed at my obvious dumbfounded behaviour.�...What’s the matter, big boy? Cat got your tongue?” she asked.Once I could actually talk, I told her just how incredibly beautiful she was. I stood up and wanted to take her in my arms, but she pushed me away and told me not to wrinkle the merchandise.Disappointedly, I turned away and mixed us both a drink. We sat together, making small talk as we. He was soaked, and, maybe unable to decide what to do next, he didn’t look at Carol; he kept his eyes down.Dave’s bodily quaking started to calm down, and, motivated by shame or simply in a rush to clean up and recover, we didn’t know, he got up and made a beeline for the toilets, pulling up his jogging pants as he rose, he leapt down the galley steps and went into the closet. He didn’t come out for quite a while.Meanwhile, Carol turned towards Jim the Miler, previously hugging the coach window. I mean he’s always been touchy feely, especially at work, he’d been known to call me his work wife, “accidentally” touched my breasts any chance he gets, and sometimes when everyone else has gone home or is busy, he’ll come up behind me and hump me. He’d always makes it seem like it’s some funny joke, but the odd time he would hump me for more than just a few seconds, like the longest was at least a couple of minutes and I could feel his boner between my butt cheeks. It made me so fucking hot. ” I laughed a little, nervously.“In that case, roll onto your stomach.” I complied quickly. I was okay with him taking me from behind. It’s not exceptionally romantic, but it is hot. Brian shimmied out of his pants and boxers, then swung his leg over mine. The blankets were completely tossed aside, but we were making our own heat now. He grabbed my hips, and lifted them so my ass was sticking into the air. Brian slipped his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulled them down with my.