The girls cleared the tables and offered coffee, but the passengers only wanted more booze. I told the hostesses to secure everything in the galley be...fore serving drinks and to pour the coffee out, as we might be able to find some turbulence.I picked John's cup up and gave it to the hostesses, telling them to tell us when they were buckled in.When I got back in the right seat, I told John what I was thinking. While I searched for the inversion under the jet stream, John called to change our. I barely tasted his sperm at all and I held my breath, trying to swallow but all that did was work the muscles around Chrissy's cock, making it even better for him as his sperm spurted warm and thick straight into my tummy.Mark was cumming too and he didn't say anything, he just groaned sharply, slamming his cock inside me so hard it really did hurt, but just for a second and that was forgotten quickly. It felt good, too good when I felt Mark's sperm flooding my pussy. He was deep, all the way. "Oh, I was quite sure he was wearing his tank top when we left. In fact, I know he was 'cause I just washed it. It must belong to someone else." Well, it's certainly not my husbands. It's much too small. Anyway, it's a nice shirt and I can't imagine who else might claim it. Could you have Damian come over sometime this evening and see if he'd like it?" Um...sure...I guess. He's busy with yards today..." I know. I was just watching him out my front window. He's over at Alice's." That's good. He. After dinner, our group of eight all cosied around an open fire. The wine was flowing as was the conversations and laughter. All eight couples were snuggled in with their partners. Paul and I had previously been the entertainment for the group in previous years. We’d all known one another a long time and all had plenty of alcohol-fuelled evenings that had led us to lose our inhibitions.We didn’t mind as we enjoy being watched and Paul enjoys dominating using me, his little submissive slut, in.