It is kind of fun to type this to you on my phone with him next to me, having no idea that that he’s the subject of my email. My arm is not on the ...armrest, yet he keeps brushing his arm up against mine. A few times, he has readjusted in his seat and brushed his hand against the side of my leg. I'm sure it's only because these seats are tiny and we are crammed in here like sardines. But I have a heightened sensitivity to touch when I'm feeling a little horny, and it's hard not to notice it. “It’s time to go see Master, Princess,” Daddy whispers in my ear sweetly. Daddy’s voice is always gentle and sweet, where Master’s is always firm but caring. Daddy and Master may be the same man, but they are two different men. I love them both. I smile as Daddy slowly leads me over to our tree cave. We stop just outside the cave (I know this because I can still feel the warmth of the sun on my back) and Daddy kisses me again. “See you soon, Princess.” With that, Daddy is gone and Master has. When I felt the tip of her knob part my pussy lips, I pushed backward, taking the entire shaft inside me with one thrust. As soon as her soft, cheerleader hips grazed my bare ass, I started to cum violently, swaying my ass from side to side with every thrust. As Ingrid quickened her pace, I raised my shoulders, arching my back and yelping each time her dick hit bottom. I was soon humping as fast and hard as she was, my tits shaking wildly as I rode her to another orgasm. Letting go of the. Another few minutes went by and the blond lad was half sat and half stood as his cock was been sucked, I didn’t know where to look.My cock was getting harder as my roving eye started to stare at these two lads, I was brought back to reality when the blond lad said “Do you want to join in” I said “I’m not sure”. As I spoke the lad from along the row had moved closer and was sat next to me when I felt his hand on my leg, I turned to face him and he smiled at me and his hand moved up the inside of.