I was forced with my back against a tree and he skilfully parted my legs and lifted them up around his waist. His hands went under my top and undid my... bra and he began playing with my modest 32B tits like they were God’s gift to earth. We were both still wearing clothes but my pussy was level with his dick and he was pressing it against me making me even hornier. Somewhere in the woods“Would you relax, dickweed! Chris doesn’t have the balls to try anything on with Ella, and what do you care,. The Pottstown Airport isn’t much more than a big field with a single asphalt runway, paved lanes to and from the terminal, and a building with a wind sock and radio to communicate with incoming and outgoing pilots. We walked in and a few minutes later the pilot came out to help me with our suitcases. We were in the air less than ten minutes later. I could tell that Scarlett was fascinated as she looked out the window at the houses only a thousand feet below. Especially interesting were the. ‘Could you close the door,’ she asked me, hanging up her scarf. I pushed the door closed. The wind made it feel…heavy. We walked up a staircase, and I peered inside an ornate frame at a young Elena. She looked to be about sixteen in the picture, and was wearing her school uniforms. ‘And here I thought it was impossible to look good in a school picture,’ I called to Elena, who had turned the corner into the hallway. ‘You look nice in this one, Elena.’ ‘Elena?’ Thump. It came from the hallway,. I took John’s nearest hand and placed it on her thigh and told him we were both going to feel my wife’s pussy. He followed my lead and each put a finger into her now sopping wet pussy. “Kiss John,” I commanded, and she did, whimpering “no” and trying to keep from being aroused. I said to her loud enough for the men in the bar to hear: “Honey, unzip his pants and take out his cock.” I felt it was safe to do so, because there were only four other aroused men in the bar including the bartender..