What the hell. I liked it. That thin layer of cotton was still technically outside my clothes but it felt a lot better than it ever had before. I just...lay there, limp on the outside but quivering and straining on the inside. I wanted to shout "Go ahead, touch it!" But all I did was whimper.Eddie must have read my mind. He petted my pussy through my panties long enough to be sure I wasn't going to stop him and long enough to detect the heat and dampness there. Then, tentatively, he slipped a. I tried to get away, but Carol increased the tightness of her grip on my cock."Where do you think YOU'RE going?" she asked in an evil tone?"I...your friend..." but before I could finish, Lisa was standing there, kissing me!Now I knew I was really fucked up, there was no way that the girl I had been fucking was still sucking my cock while her best friend's ass was in my hand, with her tongue down my throat. Then Lisa too was down on her knees, but behind me. I didn't know what she was doing when. Why not? I called and spoke to the other two men, Peter Houston and Ira Le, and invited them to meet with me for lunch at my hotel the following day. They agreed.All three men recommended the same solution to the problem: The charter of a large, long-range-capable seaplane to take me from Honolulu to Sally Island. This was by far the fastest and most direct means of reaching the island and returning from it. The plane would need to carry extra fuel, and would be limited in the amount of cargo. The walls of my pussy clench the fingers inside me. I moan and writhe under you. Slowly, you pull your fingers out of me. Your mouth still on my mound. You lick my slit, your tongue dipping inside me, tasting my cum. You pause and say “Yum. You taste amazing. Sweet, so sweet.” You continue to lick in and out and around my slit.I lay very still. I enjoy your tongue lapping at my pussy, cleaning me. You finish and climb back up my body, your face over mine again. “Here, taste your pussy,” you.