I uncapped the lube, and dribbled a little down her crack. She twitched a little as it ran down. I glanced at Allison, causing her to glance at me, th...n she went back to watching Amy’s ass. “Lube up your ass for me, slavegirl.” She took her left hand off her cheek, and I put mine on it, to keep them spread. Her delicate, long middle finger ran up and down her crack, gathering more lube, then I heard her suck in a breath as she slid her finger into her own ass. Deep into her own ass. One of my. He allowed himself a wry smile. All of the cabin crew were camp men - just his luck. Clare wasn’t meeting him at the airport which suited him just fine. He had caught an earlier flight than anticipated, and would be home in time to surprise her while she was still in that delicious sleepy mood that made her such a willing partner.As he waited for his bag, Ned attracted a few appreciative glances. He’d exercised hard while he was away, and had picked up a tan. All the other passengers were. One time, I met a black man. I was wearing a jean skirt, white blouse, sheer black tights and low cut boots. He invited me back to his place in a block of flats. We drove separately but met in the car park at his place. It was exhilarating walking with him with his arm around my waist, me feeling soft and feminine walking in my tights and jean skirt and walking into this very public block of flats, down the hallway, and into his place.He made us drinks, smoked weed and kissed passionately while. His heart raced as his green/blue eyes took in the sight of her, there, in his bed. He hadn't expected this, had expected her to be incensed by his folly, locking him from her bed not waiting for him in his.Leaving the doorway, he strode across the expanse of room, his bare feet silent in the thick pile of rug. Kneeling carefully beside her, he took the sheet in two fingers and pulled it down, exposing the creamy skin of her chest, the rounded globes of her breasts with their turgid rose.