The blond Stewardess walked down the aisle checking each passenger, and seemingly to spend a little more time on the man and me. It was like a plot, ...but I ignored it and put it down to my imagination, and too many crime novels. I looked again down at the hem of my skirt now riding up my thighs, just two more delicate rows of flowers from my thong. I looked at the long pianist fingers with their perfect manicured nails, resting on the left trouser leg not centre meters away from my right. .. But then she said " are you cumming in me?" Of course he was but by the time she figured it out, he had filled her full of fuck sauce! He whipped his dick out of her and started laughing and shaking it all around with cum still oozing out of it. Wanda was pissed! She called him an asshole and said "I told you not to cum in me!" As she layed there bitching at him, I was watching his cum start to run out of her freshly fucked pussy and it was an awesome sight! As scoot cleaned his cock off, I. She seemed to be in heaven.About then, there was a knock at the door. "Nooo!", she cried.I went to close the doors, stopping to quietly open the blinds. She just heard the french doors close.At the door was a man that I had just met a few weeks earlier at Home Depot. I had invited him to come by sometime and see my woodworking shop. My Wife had not met him yet. I invited him in to have a seat and asked if he wanted something to drink."I have milk, juice, or water." We don't drink alcoholic. J. hits just the right spot. Visible shock waves from the pussy pummeling run through both of them; Irene’s ass cheeks undulate and bounce as she absorbs the relentless pounding, while the stud’s own firm, hairy ass cheeks tense and flex as he slams home each powerful thrust. “This…fucking…ass…!” the stud gasps; Irene has one of the hottest asses that he’s ever seen! The stud is now pouring sweat; Judy has the air con turned off and the nearby ceiling fan does nothing to cool off the grunting,.