First there was apair of panties, high cut, with a very snug crotch that pressed againstmy faux pussy. She made me move around and I couldn't prevent...beingstimulated by the snugness of the panties. Then came a bra, or ratherhalf a bra. There were partial cups that went under the bottoms of mynew breasts and supported the heavy globes. Both pieces of lingerie werepink and trimmed with lace. Then came a mini-dress that showed maximumcleavage and left my now-shapely thighs exposed almost to. The master bedroom had a huge four poster bed d****d with curtains and Sandra leapt upon it squeaking ecstatically "OMG Fuck me now!"The steward standing beside me said under his breath "Oh yes please". I didn't blame him. Sandra was stunning, dark long hair falling over her shoulders framing a gorgeous face with laughing eyes and a mischievous grin. Not a stick insect, she was perhaps a size 16 but in perfect proportions and an hourglass figure. As she bounced on the bed her full breasts. The same sensation that the clamps had on me, repeated when he bit down causing some pain. Pulling back, looking at me, then reaching up, twisting my nipple so hard, my hips began to jump, humping the air, low moans were coming out of my mouth, in a small whisper, “OMG … feels so good, please don’t stop, keep torturing me” Taking my hand, standing up, “We need to go someplace where we can have more fun, please follow me” Jessica had straddled his legs, I’m sure his cock was buried deep inside. He held there until he was sure Becky was okay. When he was sure, he slowly started to fuck her building up speed as he did.Holding her hand over her mouth to muffle her moaning, Becky was in the throes of sexual bliss. Had she known how good it was to be fucked, she would not have waited so long.Her moaning, and knowing she was enjoying being fucked, only spurred the Coach on. Soon he was slam fucking her. Because he had so recently came, he had better than normal staying power, meaning Becky.