I have been flying private jets for over twenty years now and I know the smell of wet teenage pussy. Those girls are going to take what they want from...you and you don't have a damn choice about it. All I can tell you is that it is too bad my copilot had to deal with some personal shit this weekend. She is really into girls their age and makes sure I at least get head. On longer flights we swap off so I can knock a piece or two off. Don't worry any about what I may hear while we are flying. I. His fingers slipped down over her breasts, over the belly, and ran through the tightly curled pubic hairs before located the damp fleshy mouth of her cunt and proceeded to rub her clit until she was just about to go mad. "Fuck me...please fuck me...'she whispered into Paul's ear like a wild chant, but he was going to make her linger a while longer. Her hips were arching upward now, beggig to be mounted, but Paul smiled down at her, his fingers leisurly probing the depth of his pussy, feeling. She was wearing a flesh coloured negligee that reached from her throat to her ankles; it was virtually transparent. He could see she was wearing a bra and thong of the same colour underneath.“Hello darling,” she said in a low voice “would you like a drink.” She moved to the drinks cabinet, and poured him a drink without him answering. He noticed it was a Jameson bottle, and then made a G&T for herself.“Sit down, you look tired.”He removed his bomber jacket and sat down in one of the two easy. I took a quick sniff of my armpit and said, "Yea bro, before it's getting too stinky in here. I'm really smelly as well" Without me even noticing, he approached me, put one hand on my chest and with the other raised my arm and took a deep sniff of my armpit. "Ahhh… Man scent," he sighed and backed off. That was so confusing. I sat on a bench and bent down to untie my sport shoes, as Rob entered the room, shirtless. Rob is another guy in our team. He is the most pumped member of us all. He.