Your blue eyes twinkled in the light of our Christmas tree in the family room. As you walked up the stairs, I almost moaned aloud watching your hips s...ay perfectly and the shape of your legs. Hurrying to catch up I met you in the bedroom. Your arms crossed behind my neck as mine circled your back low and high. Our lips met. I could taste your soft breath and flowerly perfume, feel the slight wet smoothness of your lipstick. Your tongue teased mine, inviting you in and I eagerly invaded. When. . your hand down between your legs, and your fingers knuckle-deep in that wet, slutty cunt!" "How come you never said anything before?" she said. I just smiled and didn't answer the question. I knew if I had said something, she would get all self-conscious on me and stop doing it and I didn't want that. "Never mind about that, right now. let's get this show started!" I said, taking another sip of my drink. While Anne had been in the bedroom getting ready, I had mixed myself up a Jack and Coke. Her breasts hung above my head and blocked out most of the light. She twisted her hips side to side, pressing harder against my face. She moved her hips a little higher and pressed her clit against my tongue. I focused as much pressure as I could against the little nib. Claire gasped. Memories of every hushed bit of gossip I'd heard her telling others washed over me. I felt myself blush.Diane moved slowly against me, squeezing my cock in an insistent rhythm.Claire thrust insistently against my. Angelina held him shallowly inside and lazed her tongue gently around the knob. Sheldon lay back unstressed. Angelina stayed with him as he shrank but decided that putting the plus sized organ in the wool pants, even his fully flaccid organ, would be too confining for the rest of the long flight. She retrieved a terry cloth robe and clean boxers, helping Sheldon change out his business casuals into the more comfortable inflight lounging attire and slippers. She placed his saliva stained pants.