Even if a lawyer asked exactly what happened, I would just tell them that it was too embarrassing to say in front of all of the strangers present. If ...they kept pushing I would ask if it was so important to the lawyer that it be recorded in public record exactly what happened because I could not get to the bathroom in time," Jill replied sounding much older than she looked.Pam giggled and remarked, "Yeah! I bet he would not like his buddies to know if he pooped his pants on a plane. You know. They’d made love for hours and collapsed into blissful sleep satiated. In the morning the routine had not altered much. Jennifer still got her spanking with the paddle. There’d still been the obligatory course of exercises but after that Rachel had vanished for some time whilst Jennifer had studied a handbook on the Harvard referencing system, provided by Sebastian. When she had returned Rachel had been wearing a smart grey day suit of skirt and jacket over a frilled white blouse, dark. It was cone shaped, with an incredibly thick base that tapered to a foreskin overhang that puckered like a long spout off the end of his dick.As he climbed onto the bed he instructed me to turn onto my stomach. Pulling my legs apart with his strong hands, I again received a few mighty slaps. Leaning over me while balancing on his left arm, his right hand began guiding his cock into my arse. Finally leaning on both arms, I felt the giant cones onslaught into my anxious hole.As he shoved himself. Scott and I flew the same route, but I went first in the faster Cessna 210, and Cindy followed behind in the slower Cessna 172 with Wes, with a ten-minute lag on our takeoffs. Together with the practice time we had already logged, we passed the minimum number of hours required for both the Commercial Rating and the Instrument Rating during the flights.During my flight, Scott nailed me with some questions about the upcoming party and some information for and about his girlfriend.“Elsa, my.