As her fingernails clawed hungrily at the crotch of my nylons, I playfully bit her nipple causing her to gasp and dig her nails into my fattened lips.... Taking a long sip of her drink, Ingrid growled "You call this a martini? I've had better stewardesses in coach!" "I'm very sorry sir," I cooed, rolling off her lap and crawling over to the coffee table on hands and knees. "I've been a terrible stewardess and I need to be punished." I leaned across the table, presenting my bum to Ingrid. I watched. We talked about each other’s sex lives some more and each others fantasies making them as kinky as we could. We toyed with each other's ‘fun parts’ and at one stage H fingered Y’s pussy, pulling out 3 cum coated fingers which he placed into his mouth, moaning with satisfaction.H explained that he loved going down on Y and licking all the mixed cream from her depths but this time he would do that later.As we lay there my cock started rising with all the handling it was getting. Two warm hands. Yes, if the average American had a voice, it would be what we expected. They're seething. They're damned near ready to revolt. But Stinson has got the lid clamped down so tight that there's no outlet for their anger. They can't touch anybody in Washington who counts. So, that's where the not as expected reaction factors in. I, or we, thought the Stinson gang and the Congress critters and the Supreme Court hip-shooters would resign in shame. Instead, they've linked arms and locked down the whole. She opened the door a little wider to get a better view of them and her eyes met Megan's.The bucking redhead raised her hand, crooked her finger and curled it towards her, enticing Kim to enter the room.Kim removed her hand from her crotch, opened the door and walked towards the two lovers."Would you like to join us," Megan said to her, "I would love to taste your pussy while your brother fucks me. Take off your clothes and come here."As if in a trance, Kim removed her nightshirt, walked over.