I am breathing even heavily.I slide down a little in my plane seat, loosen my pants drawstring and my hand disappears in my pants. I rub by pussy area... with my long fingers. I rub my panty over the slit and feel it all wet with the thoughts running in my mind. I trace my fingers along the edge of the panty. With my nails i trace the slit up and down. My other hand is in my t shirt fondling my nipples one after another and cupping and squeezing my boobs. I am feeling bold and horny. I had heard. On her way out of the bed room she said "It's not fair that I'm the only one getting naked" so I quickly obliged her and stripped down. When she came back, I greeted her with my now hard throbbing cock. She had been bragging during out chat's about how black girls sucked dick better so I quickly asked her to put her "money where her mouth was, or maybe my cock in her mouth?" she quickly obliged and went to town on my uncut cock. After about five minutes of sucking I pulled her away and rolled. She had heard of Sakura’s death secondhand. It had travelled down the rumour mill like every break-up or infidelity or other stupid teenage crap they cared about for some reason. Still, Yui felt like she shouldn’t be too depressed. It was a sordid story, for sure, but it wasn’t like she had really known Sakura. A friend of a friend, a crush of a crush of a crush. So why did she feel so out of sorts? Maybe she had just taken some bad combination of intoxicants. Her stomach lurched and she rushed. Thump thump thump - the sound of footsteps again - SHIT! She quickly escapes running to the washroom to tidy herself up as I settle to my previous position on the couch. They come downstairs again, giggling about something they had discussed outside. I try to calm my breathing down to make sure they don’t suspect anything, while the wonderful stinging in my shoulders starts to subside. He yells to her “What the fuck are you doing? Are you going to be in there all night?” I knew that he was.