My shaft is warm, snuggled in her cleavage. Abby stares into my eyes the entire time she bounces her mammary flesh on my erect penis. She enjoys what...she’s doing. Looking around, most of the family is seated around us having conversations. Some look at us, enjoying the view. Sam gives me a fist bump, talking to his father on his side. Everyone waits for the seatbelt sign to be turned off.Abby begins to lick the tip of my cock with her breasts still snuggled between my meat. She lowers her. Her clit, hard as it is, grazes against his nose. Gently, she winds her other hand through his hair and tugs."Daddy...Daddy...it's time to get up," she whispers before rolling her hips down into his mouth and back up again. "Rise and shine."She tugs harder, and dips down once again, but Daddy doesn't seem to be responding to either.Until he is.As she braces for her next brush, her slit now steadily leaking from the tease and burn of his beard, his mouth suddenly opens, latches onto her, and. His eyes were drinking in every inch of her as he made his way around the end of the bed, but there was another motive. The other toys were over there. Picking up the heavy buttplug, he plants one knee on the bed and presses it rounded point against Rachel's lips. "Here piggy" he smirks "you'd better suck on this and get it as wet as you can... because this bad boy is about to go up your ass. How much that hurts is up to you... well, partly. You got a tight little asshole, slut; I bet you never. "Oh, Willy," she said into the darkness of her bedroom, as her fingers wiggled against her clit. "Do you lick my juice from my seat after class? Do you want to lick it from my pussy?"All through that final term, Naomi hoped against hope that Mr. Williams would say something. She was eighteen, about to leave school, and he would no longer be her teacher. She prayed to her Sex God (the Lord Almighty was a frightful bore these days) that Mr. Williams would ravish her hard on her desk, and turn her.