I wanted to see what Sandy would do so I licked at my wife’s pussy until my tongue was thoroughly coated and then I French kissed Sandy with the sam...e results. Once I realized that both girls enjoyed the other’s taste as much as I did, I got an idea. I needed to get them into a sixty-nine with each other. My tongue got a work out for a while then I slipped my cock deep into my wife’s pussy for a couple of strokes and then I slipped it into Sandy’s mouth. She sucked it clean. I then stuck my cock. "How did I get here?" you wonder aloud as you search your memories for anything relevant. Like a bolt of lightning, it hits you fast and out of nowhere. The memory of your plane is called forth. It's hazy and scattered but you can clearly remember the roll of thunder and the crack of lightning as you looked around the cabin of the plane nervously. You remember the way your friend's face looked in that moment as it was twisted in terror about the experience. The last thing you remember is. .she,...she couldn't seem to think straight. The heat which had been building up for the last few hours had taken it's toll on her. And all she wanted to do is to touch those big beautiful plastic orbs.Her trembling hands moved forward, and a small sigh escaped her lips as her hands touched the young girls impressive chest. Every lovely contour was clearly 'feel-able' through her tiny top. The weight, the firmness and the clearly pierced nipples.Before Stacey realized what was happening her. I watched in awe as they moved so fast, their forms blurring from their speed. Dominique and Izolde grabbed each other, hugging tight.Then my mommy-succubus had closed on Mrs. Spartan. The bow blurred into a golden sword that plunged at my mommy-succubus's guts. Her right wing flapped hard, spinning her body to the side in a blur of motion. She grabbed the hand, twisted.The sword flew from Mrs. Spartan's grip. I had no idea what was going on here. Then my mommy-succubus flipped Mrs. Spartan.