This gave him the advantage of looking up the short skirts his wife and their new friend were wearing. "I'll get us all something ...o drink." Don said as he headed for the galley. "Does anybody care for something special?" "What ever you have will be fine." Janice yelled back. Don returned a few minutes later carrying a tray with wineglasses and two bottles of wine, one red and the other white. Then sitting the tray down on the small. This morning she felt very comfortable to let him know with her hands that she wanted him to go down on her. So Plum’s tongue began its roadtrip down the luscious curves and erogenous valleys of Marsha’s body. There were side trips to places that he knew would make Marsha squirm and there was frequent back tracking to her lips. But eventually he made his way down to the junction between her legs, the seat of her sexual joy. Plum didn’t make an immediate excursion into the depths of her. The truth was uncomfortable and hard. Her body face down in the grass and the dirt. A thick root from the tree they huddled under dug into her flat belly and her supple, heavy young breasts mashed into the ground painfully. Her ass, generous and firm and round was raised up high and her tail was lashing about in a panic where the man had yanked it aside, and he was on top of her and his fingernails scratched her through her pelt where his fingers dug into her hips. He was plunging into her. Throughout the journey, both Adam and Cameron were pressed against Rachel's body - they brushed against her breasts everytime they gestured, and the heat from their bodies was potent where it entered her at her thighs. She could feel her own arousal almost constantly throughout the trip. She could not wait to get out of the bus. At the same time, she was loving it, though she would never have admitted that. Once in the motel, the two men upped the ante - when Rachel went into the shower, she.