***** Bryan was an asshole. A womanizing, patronizing, dehumanizing asshole. I never really knew why Dale hung out with him, but who was I to judge hi... friends? Being stuck next to him for a seven-hour flight over the Atlantic was not what I had in mind. It wasn’t what he had in mind, either, and he ignored me completely. When the flight attendant reached us with our lunches, he started chatting her up. Unfortunately, she was one of those perky young flight attendants that give the job its. Yes he does put everything into it, remember I told you he spent over four hours doing that all over my body, now you know why it was Sunday before I came back down to Earth.'Suzanne said, 'if he does that to you by himself, no wonder you enjoyed that game you described with his three friends, I wish I could try that myself.''Come on, all of you, I want us to have a group hug with all of us round Mike.'The four eighteen year old, cheerleaders formed a square round Mike and each reached round. I didn’t bother paying for the video; I could already see her well manicured, painted fingernails welcoming the next customer. I dropped my pants and guided the head of my cock under her finger tips. She pulled her hand back as I pushed my shaft through the hole. She helped bring my balls through to her side, gently, one at a time. I felt her tongue flick the end of my cock as her warm hand tickling the hair on my sack. Her other hand firmly wrapped around the base of my rigid member as he. Partly relieved but also disappointed I went and made two coffees and delivered them to their table. When I leant over to give the wife her coffee I was shocked to feel her hand slide under my skirt and right up to my pussy. Without batting an eyelid, she shouted across to the lads “yes you are right she is wet! What happened last night?” I stood frozen to the spot as this woman continued to press her hand on my pussy. “Nothing much” said Fred “we just fucked her.”What the hell had I got into.