When the girls returned home that evening, there were other people in the lounge. Jane hastily ushered the girls upstairs. Bella was made to undress.... The girls giggled and Jane smile contentedly as the ripe and now very desirable sissy was made to wear nothing but a white smock top, which barely covered her hips; the lower part of her sweet bottom remained on show, as did her little sissy cock which dangled at the front, her little round breasts puffing the smock out, somehow emphasising her. I do not notice the start of their exchanging of meaningful glances at each other, in which they start to speculate:I read his Intimate Inspection implies, he wants to watch us finger our fannies & come right in front of his nose.I wonder whether he wants to watch us getting each others off in his lovely lucky case of us, the tastiest two!?I guess he wants us to do first the former and next the latter, the dirty old bastard!I wonder whether his big brown bent banana will live up to our erotic. I looked up at her and she didn't move or make a sound, so I put my mouth over her tit and began to suck on her big breast as I sucked her tit I looked up at her and she was snoring lightly,my cock was throbbing,I stood up and looked at her snoring lightly and legs spread open wide I then remembered how her panties smelt and tasted and wanted a real taste. I looked down at her hairy bush and wondered if she would wake up if I went in for a taste, my heart was racing so fast with excitment that. She was further agitated when the driver left her at a private airport lounge, where Cerigo sat, comfortably working on a laptop computer. He did not speak, but he did nod at her when Alex sat in a nearby club chair. A steward appeared with a tray, offering her a cup of coffee, served in a delicate china cup, with a matching saucer. There was no disposable Styrofoam in such a rarefied atmosphere.People, who travel by private jet, do so with one or two pilots, usually a lounge, and maybe even.