John started to knead my breasts, pinch my nipples. He spread out my hair, nuzzled my head, all to encourage me. Then he shifted position so I could s...ck on his dick while working the vibrator between my legs. The men watching were saying things among themselves, complimenting me, commenting on how I was doing, urging me on toward orgasm. I liked it a lot, an exhibitionist thrill I didn't know I wanted. I tried to follow their suggestions, spreading my pussy lips to give a better view, licking. This made packingfor my trip the easiest it had ever been for any excursion intogirlville. My wife and I had a few chuckles about that.Flying in the plane as a guy, knowing my life was to be changed in arather intense fashion made me only more hyper acute to all thefemininity of those traveling with me. I watched with fascination ofthe stewardess fixing her makeup before heading out to present her sweetself in service of others. She seemed so comfortable in her obviouslyfeminine uniform. She sat back in her chair, leaned over and kissed Tylor. I just couldnt believe my eyes or my bulge in my shorts. My wife making out with a young black man, in front of me, and some other families camping next to us. Yes, other people were watching. My wife then took Tylor by the hand and guided it to her pussy. The k** got the hint and started stroking her clit, and they were still chatting amenities. Sandra was really aroused from all the caressing on her clit. -Get up Tylor, lets get into. She raised both her arms to pull the pins out. She didn’t step back or try to break free, and I squeezed her nipples the entire time. When the pins were gone she shook her head and ran her hands through her hair to spread it and take out the tangles. That finally pulled one of her breasts free, so I had to catch it again, and while I hunted it Elizabeth’s hair fell below her shoulders and over my hands, dark, smooth hair, almost black in that room, but with reddish tints from the fire, all.