I massaged for a while longer and then pushed my middle finger into her pussy slit as I kept moving my hand. I did not push very far, only far enough ...o spread her lips a little. After the third or fourth pass, I pulled my hand high enough so that my finger pressed against her clit. She jerked with the sensation, and I slid my hand back down, immediately.I did this several times, and she started to pant. I had been switching back and forth between her tits, since I didn't want to make them. I wondered for a moment if I had really helped Jan or not. She had gone from her home, where she pretty much had free rein to do what she wanted, to being under the watchful eye of Yuri and his grandma. I guess my biggest concern wasn’t for Jan, because she did need the tough love and the support Yuri and his family would give her. My biggest concern was Yuri. I was sure he would be okay with the sex. He was a teenage boy, after all. It was Jan. She was used to getting her way, and knew how to. “That’s cultural appropriation!” Dave called from the other aisle once his mouth was also cock-free. “I’m the hot black man—I should get to say that!” The slap, slap, slap of the blonde taking the transman from behind punctuated every other syllable.“But you didn’t, and we’ve only got fifteen minutes left! Anyway, I’ve ’ad three kids, so it’s literally true in my case.”Just then, the plane pitched forward. With an aggressive slam of her hips backwards, Chas clenched her sphincter and vaginal. When Jane began to respond anew Shawn went on his back to the floor and nuzzled his face into her wetness and licked her soothingly as if it was her vagina he had been spanking. Using only his tongue Shawn carried her into another frenzy that resulted in a flow of wetness neither had before experienced. When he untied her she leapt to his arms and giddily kissed his glazed face. The texts they read together guided Jane beyond the world of erotic spanking into bondage, masochism and even pain to.