I'd be taking the trip alone. It was good that things were going so well between us. That was a long and curious trip. Three different planes, four a...rports (one which I got to spend five hours enjoying). I especially loved the little jet I boarded at Logan International. The other passengers and I had to walk across the tarmac to reach it. As we were being escorted to the plane, by the pilot no less, I realized we were getting wet. I thought it had started to sleet, but the pilot explained it. Emily lifted her legs and wrapped them around my hips. Placing her arms over my shoulders she pulled me closer. "Ok sexy, fuck me good and hard!!" she whispered. I steady myself, my cock still balls deep in her. I grabbed her by the hips and starting pumping in and out of her. "Holy shit" I gasped as I pumped her tight pussy. "Mmmm your cock is so big in me" Emily moaned loudly as she dug her fingernails into my back. "Your pussy feels sooo good" I groaned picking up the pace. Pounding into her. It seems consistent.”The girl began to writhe on the bed, arching her back and expelling more slime onto the sheets below.“It hurts!” She screamed suddenly.Megan cupped her palm on the girl’s mouth to silence her and with the other hand pressed her back into the bed.“It didn’t hurt like this,” Emily said. “For me, that is.”“Same.”All of a sudden, there was a loud squelching sound as a trio of slender green tendrils erupted from the girl’s pussy. They waved in the air, sensing the world around. A combination hostess, waitress and whore. A large tip for services rendered was always expected at the end of a voyage. The people we would be taking from one island to another was a Canadian couple in their 50s. With a promise of snorkeling beautiful sites and having more time with Roy, I made up my mind quickly. We turned and began walking back to Roy's home to sleep. In the morning we'd leave early enough to stop at my bungalow to pack a small bag for me. The next morning Roy packed his.