She wound her hands behind my head and we began to kiss deeply. The men's hands surrounded us and Karine unhooked my halter and dropped it down so tha... my large bare breasts could crush into her little ones. We danced topless and pressed together for a while, my dress reduced to a mini skirt with the halter tucked in at the waist - each of us with the other's man grinding into our asses from behind. I felt Tom's hand between us, he had unzipped Karine's shorts and was deep into them. Her kisses. Despite his terrible predicament he was fully aroused at the sight of his young Amazon superior.Edward likewise had his gaze fixated on Tight Skirt, her taut muscles and flesh shown off perfectly in the skirt. He could not avert his gaze from her big strong exposed powerful thighs. Waves of lust flowed through him as he longed to relieve his urges. Tight skirt and Thong stood back and stared conspicuously at their respective victims penises, both were steel hard now, with the foreskins. Most just call me Cherry. Welcome aboard the Wellington." She put out a hand. Cherry? Hmm, he thought, my first? He decided to throw out a little test in that direction. Just to see if she was a prude or a player. He shook her hand and held onto it... "Thanks, Cherry. But please call me Tag. And I must say, you've got super hearing!" He waited, still holding her hand."I do, Tag? What told you that?" Here it comes."You said you heard I was cumming!" He had emphasized the cumming part. He looked. The driver pulled away at a rate of speed that would have gotten me arrested.“Holy fuck, that was awesome,” the guy in the passenger seat turned around and said. “I wish I had a camera when you told them to ask their questions one at a time. I think one guy peed himself.”“It’s usually a feeding frenzy,” Liz said. “They all shout and scream and you can only understand the ones closest to you.”“Then you picked out some guy clear in the back,” Ryan said, shaking his head.“Sorry,” I said. “He.