Steadily his huge shaft slides into her tight aching hole, and she dug her fingers into the sofa, clenching her teeth tight. Slowly she felt him pulle... out of her. He laid back on the sofa, she squat over him, he held his cock erect and she lowed herself down on it, in bliss she sighs as it eased into her cunt. The others swarmed around, she took a prick in her hand and one in her mouth as Bill was thrusting in and out of her, another as feeling her off. In a short while she made a switch. Still, the thought of it stuck with her.‘Wow, that’d be hot. I’d go to town and no one would know as I walk by that I’m feeling the breeze without anything on underneath.’ Her fingers traced her lips as she imagined. ‘He’d get to the shop and wouldn’t be able to stop staring at me. My nipples would get so hard, and I’d see a bulge in his jeans. I’d tease him and flirt with him until he couldn’t stand it, and he’d grab me up into his arms.’ Her fingers had left her lips and reached both her. "I can fix the pill so that anything in Jordan's body over a certain length, or a certain thickness really puts her over the edge." "You realize that whenever two of us do a double-insertion in her, that will have the same, if not greater effect on Jordan," added Clyda. "That's perfect," replied Tiffany. "All of us like Jordan. And we want her to succeed in this. But she's gonna have to earn this too. And it would really look suspicious if she didn't break a sweat, and really cry out, when. ‘No flight time today chaps.’ Opined Richey Burton the oldest of the pilots stationed there, and their commanding officer. ‘So relax and enjoy the respite, while you can.’ As he filled a pint glass of ‘New Castle Porter’ and settled in a comfortable chair. ‘Richey, what do you hear of how our chaps and the Frenchies are making out at the front?’ Asked Rodger Briggs, one of the younger men stationed there. ‘Nothing good Rodg-O, seems the Huns are being regular bloody buggers in the trenches.’.