I try to push him off, but I’ve been caught off guard and can’t help but let him lead me wherever he’s taking me. I keep thinking stop this, lea...e, run, but all I do is fight his tongue entering my mouth with my own. He finally stops pushing me and I feel something heavy behind me. I turn to see what it is, but everything looks so blurry in the dark. Before I can completely turn my head to see what’s behind me his hand grabs the back of my head and forces me back to his lips. I struggle more. As I get fucked I also play with nipples and it almost feels like they’re part of me. With how turned on I feel I can’t help myself and play with them while watching my body in the mirror. Over the breasts is a black leather bra, studded of course. It stretches to contain the oversized breasts looking like it is going to break any moment. I struggle to reach behind my back to do it up so I turn around in the mirror. I wish I had a tramp stamp on my back, I’ve always wanted a set of handlebars. ”“Boys come into the house – let’s get out of this sun.” As Mrs. Fletcher gets up she reaches for her drink, and lets the boys trail her. She holds the robe to the side so they can get a nice view of one of her smooth tanned bare buttocks. The boys look at each other then follow her in. Bobby attempts to push down the tent in his shorts. The home has a large stone fireplace as the central fixture with a ceramic tiled floor in a sunken living room. “Come into the kitchen.” They follow her and. She entered the rest room smiling, securing the door and quickly rushing to attend to her wet pussy. She too wanted to make the most of the situation. Before the trip she had a humorous conversation with a girlfriend regarding sex on the plane. Both had come to the conclusion it was impossible to get away with it. But her attitude changed and see immediately began to wonder how she could make it a reality. She knew she was going to play with his cock when she returned but she wanted more. She.