Oh, Marcie, I can’t say it!” Jane squealed, dropping her gaze to the floor, unable to muster the courage to continue.“Sure you can! C’mon, you...can’t leave us hanging!” Marcie pleaded.“Promise you won’t think I’m a slut?” Jane asked hopefully.“Cut the crap, Jane, we’re all sluts,” Laura almost shouted.“I promise,” Marcie said, trying to defray Laura’s cruel remark.“Well, all right, since you promise,” Jane said. “Well, he started moving his finger up and down my---my slit ... there, I’ve said. I was like, “Uh huh, Uh huh,” still biting my fist, but totally enjoying the growing waves of pleasure that started out from my nipples and somehow connected with my wet pussy and throbbing asshole. In a blink of an eye,I felt like my body had become one single giant erogenous zone. I guess that relaxed my rectum because Jason really started to hammer my butt then, railing into my tight ass like some lust crazy stallion, making his own sounds above the squishy, sloppy sounds comming from my. You’re so good.” John had shot his load into her hot black pussy. Both collapsed onto the floor.Susie dragged Wu Mei’s legs until they hung over the arm of the sofa, her knees on the floor, her ass sticking straight out. Gary sat in front of her on the sofa, his crotch jammed against her head. He grabbed her hair, hauled her head up and then shoved it down onto his crotch saying, “Suck me you bitch.”Wu Mei opened her mouth to protest but this just resulted in his limp cock flopping into her. We were scheduled to leave Denver at 11:20 AM, switch planes in Atlanta, and again in Rome for the last leg to Catania, Italy arriving at 11:05 AM the next day. I had worn my boots, nice western cut pants and suit jacket with a western shirt. Linda and Virginia had dressed similarly for comfort as well. The problem was the metal detectors at the airport; after removing everything from my pockets I was still setting off the sensors. It was determined after removing my belt and boots that it was.