He didn't speak, merely leaned across the center console and kissed me—tenderly at first, but quickly growing in urgency. I bit his lips, and he chu...kled again. He dropped his hand and grasped the hem of my skirt, tugging it until it bunched in my lap. His agile fingers bypassed my stockings and went straight for my pussy, like its heat called to them. I spread my legs as far as the steering column would allow, and I thought I heard him murmur in appreciation when he discovered my soaked. Next the shoulder straps were off, and she slipped her dress down her body and off and kicked it aside. The tiny triangle of her black lace panties barely covered her cunt and at the back just a black thong strap nestled in the deep valley between her big round bum cheeks gleaming under the spotlights. After a boob bouncing routine in her panties, fishnets and heels, she bent over with her back to the audience to slowly slip her panties down her long legs. When she turned, stood and spread her. Jamie led the way to the Lynx and he and the girls helped the two doctors, the nurse and the physiotherapist inside. Once everyone was strapped in he ran through his pre-flight checks and then took the helicopter up for the twenty-minute flight to the hospital. Like most hospitals, the Western General had a heli-pad and Jamie set the Lynx down gently on the large white 'H' that was painted inside a landing circle.Even before Jamie could begin his shut down routine, the two surgeons were out of. What fear she had wasn't from pain, I didn't think, but from the possibility that she could die. That fear was what she liked most.Angela undressed and joined us on the other side, so that I was in the middle between them, lying on my side facing Monica. Angela pressed her body against my back, spooning with me and kissing the nape of my neck."I've had her many times," Angela told me, both of us staring into Monica's eyes. The room was completely dark and I knew she couldn't see us, not even.