"Don't cover yourself. You're beautiful." I relaxed and he continued trailing kisses from my navel to my soaking wet pussy. He groaned when he saw how...wet I was and ran his tongue along my pussy lips. When he reached my clit, I let out a moan and spread my legs further. As he sucked and licked my clit I felt him slowly push a finger inside me, followed by another. He pushed his digits in and out at a slow pace, letting me get used to the feeling. After a while of this sweet torture, I grabbed. My legs well apart, my knees bent, and this giant post sticking straight up between them, buried in my cunt. I moved up and down again just to see what it looked like, knees bending more, hips moving down to take inches more of the giant cock. Obscene as hell. I looked right in his eyes and pulled up until the bottle left me with a little sucking pop sound. I went over to him, pushed him down on his back, and climbed on. He was smaller but hotter. More active, more urgent. He held me tight to. But now, he reflected, he was weary and it was time to go home.He took his seat in the Business Class section of the South African Airways jet for the 14-hour flight to Johannesburg and any hopes for a quiet journey receded as a woman with two small noisy children in tow stowed away her hand luggage and sat down next to him, greeting him with a nervous smile.He smiled back and buried his nose in the airport potboiler he had picked up to while away the hours. The woman had her hands full with. I got her into my bedroom and laid her on the cot. Than I started to observe her, the skirt had moved upwards revealing her creamy thighs and the top had also moved upwards revealing her fleshy stomach. I took out my 10 inches dick and started stroking it slowly. Slowly I went to her and sat on my knees and started to lick her legs hungrily from the toes to the calf muscles and than moved upwards moving her skirt with my hands and licking her fleshy thighs with my tongue. I was licking so.