Turning towards Angelique, the woman puts on a soft smirk that seems forced if anything. ‘You must be Angelique… I’m Miss Daphne, Mr. Borodin’... personal handy woman.’ She says as she turns to the clothing rack. Angelique kept quiet, not really sure of what to make of the woman before her. Fingers grip the blanket tighter around her naked body, keeping her guard up with the unknown, strange woman in the room. ‘I’m sure he paid a pretty penny on you.’ She says, flipping through the rack of. "You look happy, little brother. I'll bet you're loving all this pussy you're getting. I should probably call Bethanne to see if she wants some of my little brother's cock." Who's Bethanne?" Oh, another flight attendant, horniest girl I've ever known. Would you like to meet her? She'll fuck your dick right off," she said laughing."Would I be crazy to say yes?" Maybe, she's a nympho for sure, she just loves fucking. Should I call her?"I didn't get to answer because Brenda did first, "Oh, yeah,. ..fuccckk! Damn!” Having watched Emma getting DP’s that morning and now listening to the captain nutting somewhere inside Emma’s tight body got me even more aroused. “That was quick, Captain,” Kara muttered.“Emma is fucking tight, nobody lasts long with her.”“Voice of experience?” Kara said, with a bit of dejection in her voice.“Nope never. She won’t let me. But I’ve watched her fuck three guys in the last 12 hours and none of them went the distance.” Kara took a finger and swirled a wad. This only enhanced how good her body looked and how wonderful her breast were. My wife got a foot stool and suggested Helen lay over it. She rubbed Helens back as she encouraged me to doggy Helen from behind. Helen rested on her elbows and raised her bottom high in the air just imagine Helen in high heels, stockings and a big moist pussy aching for a cock to fill a void bereft of cock for so many years. I felt privileged and honoured but also under pressure, how did Helen want to be screwed.