“My little faggot. Say it again.”“You faggot,” said the guy. “You fucking faggot. Lick my ass, you pansy.”I moaned some more. I was pretty... much dissolving now. Well, all of me was dissolving except my cock and my tongue and my hands and my feet. My cock was the most solid thing in the world right now. But everything else was melting pleasurably as in a warm summer rain.The guy was pushing his ass back into my face. He fell out of my wife with a shluuup.“Ah shit,” he breathed. “Sorry.”She. Since it was pretty dark, no one could actually see us.We both stood a little uncomfortably because we both were aware of what we are there for. We didn’t know how to start. Sunny yelled,Sunny: Why aren’t you guys starting? Don’t waste time. We have to get back home before someone comes or my parents start calling us.Me: Yes, we are starting.I was still wondering how I should start. Just then, Sunny suggested.Sunny: If you guys are uncomfortable hugging or kissing, just start with a quick doggy. But, arriving at the CJ2, another “Squeal!” and she caressed its nose, then the side. She turned to me, and asked, “Mister Don, could we...”I said, “Sure, Teresa. Here, let me show you.” I pulled the latch and opened the door. I pulled the (short) “stair” down and said, “OK, darlin’, step up -- not very fancy, but it’s a good bird.”She took a short look down the passenger area, then turned to the cockpit. She looked at me, and raised an eyebrow. I (of course) said, “Take a seat on the left. 36 28 38, I assessed her figure as she danced with full energy.Her long hairs as touching her sexy ass!! Her melons were bouncing up and down as she jumped. I so wanted to do her but was afraid to approach her in such crowd. But I was just not able to take my eyes off her sexy body. Her face was so pretty and fair. Little sweat on her neck made me crazy. I could see a strip of her pink panty.I kept staring her and I was imagining her naked, fucking her nice and hard. I wanted to fuck her doggy.