Lisa was begging for release. Please let me cum, she cried.Just then the intercom buzzed.Maybe later slut, laughed Troya and left to answer it.It’s ...er step-mother come to visit, whispered Troya. She’s downstairs. I wonder if she is as submissive as her step-daughter.Let’s find out, and Sonya grabbed a ball gag to keep their slut quiet and covered her face with a towel.The two mistresses put on short lace robes, their large breasts tenting the material, and went to the door.Gail, Lisa’s. Once again, I found myself in her arms, both of us naked and sweating and sated. I kissed her hard and she kissed me back with just as much intensity before we separated.She sucked my cock clean and disposed of the condom before I told her that we should have lunch. We reluctantly got dressed and I made us a nice lunch, suitable for a growing boy and a fitness-conscious mother.“You know,” Doris said as we sat and ate. “I was never really a fan of waiting until summer to file for divorce,” she. ” I tell her.Sara looks outside her window, and falls asleep. Later I woke up. The plane all dark and quiet. Everyone seemed to sleep. Just like little Sara. I cannot describe how sexy she is. Her nice white shirt, black leggings, short skirt. Just looking at her turns me on. Without a thought, my hand goes between her open legs.Mmmmmm her pussy feels warm. I hear her moan. She seemed to like it even in her sleep. I look around to see if someone heard. No one seems to have noticed. Everybody is. Clothilde saw the problem and with a shake of her head took it from me and tied it within thirty seconds. I was ready. She took me to the balcony and I walked towards the table I had used before."Non, non." She cried. "Vous vous asseyez ici ce soir." She showed me to a table that was right against the wall where the balcony ended. As the balcony curved it actually gave me a much better view of the auditorium.The evening progressed much as it had before. The meal served while the pre-cabaret.