Then as they passed a mahogany door labeled restroom, they thought back on their experience on the plane and decided this was as good a place as any. ...After a quick glance up and down the aisle to make sure that no one was watching them, they both stepped inside and closed the door behind them. While not by any means spacious, there was more room here than in the restroom on the plane. On one of the walls inside was a nostalgic sign above the toilette that said, ‘Please Do Not Flush When Train. "So saying, she lay on the bench in the usual posture, with her arse high in the air and her legs wide apart, offering herself for whatever form of immolation he condescended to offer. He stood close to her and stroked the raised thighs and slid two fingers into her dripping vagina, twisting them and thumbing her clitoris until she moaned with the mounting pleasure of an impending climax. Slipping his fingers out from their liquefying seat he thrust them as far as he could go into her narrower. Lashea smiled as she walked back into the hallway, entering another roommarked 'employees only'. The room she entered was one filled withnumerous hangers, with various outfits hanging from each one and a numberof vanities lining the wall. Before she sat down, she stuck her fingersdown in between her legs, scooping up some of the cum that now leakedfrom her legs. She gathered it up, and lets it slide into her mouth,smiling at the taste. Wiping the cum off on her gown, she pulled off thesoiled. Rachel writhed in sweet agony as her pussy stretched around her brother’s cock. Her brother slid his length in and out gently to allow her pussy to lubricate him. Once he felt comfortable being inside, he began thrusting his hips. His cock drove in and out of her tight pussy.Her pussy clenched around him greedily. Jonathan felt the sudden tightness and roughened his thrust. Rachel squealed in delight. She never thought it would be this fun. The pleasure was immense. She was being fucked by her.