The temperature and humidity rose. And Jenny looked hot in a mint green sleeveless polo and tight white skirt. We agreed to pair up again. By the turn...we were both feeling the affects of the weather. Braless under a now sweat wet polo, the pleasant outline of her hard nipples were too noticeable to ignore. The site produced a bit of hardening of my own. Noting my stares, she said, “I apologize for the distraction.” “I’m sorry,” I replied. “It was rude.” “I’m flattered, nevertheless,” she said,. "Kiss it. Kiss my twat." Nina ordered.Angelica looked torn for a moment, before giving in and craning her head up off the floor and planting her lips on Nina's wet muff. Nina smiled at Angelica's submission and then roughly sat down on the girl's face."Eat it! Eat my pussy." Nina commanded, and it was obvious from her facial expression that underneath her Angelica was obeying."You. Suck my tits while your little lesbo girlfriend tongues my snatch." Nina told me crudely.I wasted no time in. Stats were 36 26 36. Double D cups. She could make any guy turn an eye. She was an exhibitionist. She loved to show off her curves and ass.Nisha and me had our share of fun. Best of which was sex at GOA at sunrise. That story I will reserve for another time.Moving on. We moved further down the room. We saw the room brighten. Saw a lady in a white dress blowing another guy. Man was she mind blowing. The guy receiving the BJ closed his eyes,leaned back emitting yelps of pleasure. Nisha was. A copy of the New Times was taped on the commercial refrigerator. There was a notice in bold on the front that all flight students were to assemble at seven o'clock on the flight line every day until further notice. Looking at the clock and saw it was only six o'clock. I gave a kiss to each of my wives and a hug to Sheila before heading headed out to the serving line. On the serving line I found a smiling Phyllis Dixon and laughing Lynn Eagan assisting Marsha Johnson. I grinned at both.