"and your stewardesses for today are Laura Vandervoort and Erica Durance. The heights are looking mighty fine today, no looming sense of turbulence. A...d I guess that's it for now. We want to thank you again for flying with Smallville Airlines." Tom released his hold on the button of the microphone and turned to look at Justin. "Who knew those two were in a relationship, eh?" Tom asked Justin. He grinned. "Yeah, and hey, didn't you forget that other person? That male steward? What was his name. I kind of like the feeling of power being on top gives me anyway. My partner put his arm under me, and easily flipped us over one handed. He was a powerfully dude, and he looked every bit of it lying beneath me now, tight abs and rippling biceps as he held above his erection, like a virgin about to be sacrificed. He lowered me down slowly, as I felt every inch of him sliding into me. Once our pubic patches were touching, I started working my hips as I hovered over him.I was having so much fun. For a moment it looked as if she didn’t care, but then she pulled it closed and tightened the belt. I could tell this was done reflexively, though as she blurted out, “Simon’s gone! I’ve looked everywhere. There is no note and he’s not here. I called the front desk and they said he left this morning after ordering breakfast to be delivered.”“He must have gone out for a walk,” I said. “It is getting a little stuffy in here after three days.”“You don’t understand, Dag,” she sobbed. “They said he. She trembled beneath me. Her flexing stomach massaged my heavy breasts. My nipples. Then she squealed.Tart juices gushed out of her twat. Annalee bathed my face. I lapped up her cream as stars danced before my vision. Teal fired the last load of cum into me as I reveled in my friend's climax. My orgasms peaked in me.“Yes, yes, yes!” howled Natisha, cumming on her own fingers.I hung there at the pinnacle of my naughty rapture. I shuddered, lapping at my friend's twat, her body shuddering beneath.