Her fingers slipped inside me again changing up the routine and throwing me off. It was hard for me to tell how many fingers there had been before but...this time it was at least three. I grunted in pain and pleasure simultaneously. She didn’t give me a second to breath before she started to thrust herself in and out of me. I was dazed and struggling so much that I hadn’t noticed her pressing her chest into mine. She leaned into me again sticky with sweat, and other liquids.Her teeth bit down. All the female air hostesses on Lufthansa were young and topless and wore the shortest of tight, black, mini skirts and no underwear. Those miniskirts were a part of some incomprehensible bureaucratic health regulation otherwise these hostesses would have been completely naked. Another reason might also have been that they just looked red hot in them ... but the airline wasn’t admitting to that for some reason.As these hostesses served the passengers they made frequent excuses to have to bend. I showed my whole college to my aunty. I introduced my aunty to my friends and in my group of 10 friends 4 were girls. i never used to talk about my friends at home so see slowly asked me “in these who is your girl friend” i innocently replied that i dont have any gf.then we went to station for train. as it was afternoon the station was empty soon our train arrived and we borded inside my aunty became happy because almost all the seats were empty. we occupied two of window seats. suddenly we. Again, sensingthat maybe we were moving too fast, I looked at the boys andasked them if they'd like to see a bottle fuck, smiling, becauseI knew the answer.Barb and I got on the bed together and reached into our bags oftricks, what do you know, some bottles, vegetables, and othervarious insertables are available to us!I start with a Miller High Life bottle. I like those, good shapeand they're clear. Barb chose another long neck beer bottle andwe fucked them into our cunts, smiling and laughing.