"Come on in, Hope. It's your room too," Shawna said as Marcus paused.Hope hadn't dressed and stood nervously in the doorway in the black lace, her han...s wandering aimlessly as she tried to resist the urge to cover herself under the scrutiny."What? What's wrong?" she asked after a few seconds of the two unblinking stares."Wow," Marcus finally managed to blurt out, and Shawna got to her feet to pull Hope into the room."Are you OK?" Shawna whispered in Hope's ear, giving her a gentle kiss as she. She squatted over the woman's big tits, wiping her pussy on them, her clit brushing the stiff tips and cuntjuice streaming down into the deep, smooth cleavage.Margot was craning her neck and tilting her face up, eager to get to work on the teenager's pussy. Being eaten out was a treat, but Margot preferred to do the eating, and by this time her tongue was really hot. It was sizzling in her saliva at the prospect of being sunk into a young cunthole.Debby wriggled up and plunked her pussy down. I could feel my panties getting wet and fast. At that point, I decided to take it a step further and slide a finger into my tight wet pussy, but only the tip; I was going at it with my clit. I slowly started to rub it in a circular motion with deliberate strokes of my fingers. It's at that point that a low moan escapes my lips. At least, I thought it was soft, but apparently, it wasn't because when I looked around the plane, a tall, dark, and handsome stranger was looking directly at me, and he. Truthfully, she missed the anal fun her husband at given her with his drunken orgies at the Fort. Her experience with the Indians was that they carefully stayed away from rear door sex because of some superstition about posterior loving that came from so long ago nobody remembered where it came from. She had always been a bit partial to it because it made her feel like she was being bad and that gave her an edge over the males that seemed to find it desirable enough to beg her to grant them her.