I'm sitting next to a german who kept drinking incredible amounts of vodka and got more and more talkative - and unintelligible - with time.Anyway, wh...t goes in, must come out. Sadly, I wasn't the only one feeling that urge: There was a long queue already forming in front of the bathroom. "Okay," I think, "there's gotta be more than one on this plane." So I go down the aisles through some other compartments where things didn't look any better.I finally go to the business class section. You'll. This really gets him going. Quickly pulling out and stepping away, he said, "I'm going to cum in you. I need to wait." I knew he wanted this just as much as me. Adjusting my position to give him room to work, I laid back and relaxed. I handed him a bottle of lube to help. The cold liquid was gently applied to my ass, and I felt even better. He slowly slid one finger in, kissing on my clit a little, and trying to gauge my reaction as he went. He pushed another finger in, this time quicker. I. Maybe he was afraid to. I knew how to fix that.I took a hold of his hand and moved it up to the top of my panties. When I knew his fingers were above my panties, I pressed his hand against my body and slowly slid his fingers between my panties and bare skin. I kept moving his hand down until I could feel his finger tips just barely touch the top of my pussy lips. I pushed his hand down further. I couldn't get his hand all the way between my legs under my panties so he could feel my pussy. My. When I looked at them on the court, I kept thinking we need a peewee league for women who weigh less than a hundred pounds. At five-two and one-ten, Bree looked like an Amazon next to tiny Rachel. They could both hide behind Whitney or Tonya.Since Whitney joined Lissa and me last week on our play day, she was much more relaxed. It was like she got over some big hurdle. Lissa had the two of us do some doubles work. Lissa couldn’t compete in the Intercollegiate, but Whitney and I could become a.