He slowly worked his finger into my hole. Without lubrication it was a bit rough. Coach H slid entirely under the bed covers and pulled my shorts do...wn. I felt his touch start to explore my hole. After a while his tongue went away and his finger came back. It slid into my hole with ease. After fingering me I felt Coach H slide his body up and over mine until his cock rested on my ass. It was a hard cock. Coach H thrust his pelvis against me several times before reach under the covers. She'd never felt happier than when she was flying alongside John. He reminded her of a boy showing off in front of his friends. She remembered, back in Novgorod, how he used to fly so close to her that he almost touched her wingtip and he'd flash her cheeky grins. It was almost as if he was saying, 'here I am. Bet you can't do this!' It was so boyish, so immature and unprofessional, but she knew he was in complete control all the time. John Greenhaugh knew exactly what he was doing in the air. Maybe Master Michael would let her and Stacie stay the night with him. She finally she felt her orgasm come on and leaned back and gave Master the signal that she was about to cum. He reached up and grabbed her throat, applying a little pressure. This seemed to help her cum better and also helped her not to bite.Reed felt her cum but it was not as intense as Silk’s had been. Reed knew he would last till all the girls were done as long as they didn’t cum like Silk. As Cyndee came, he saw Michael. Which is where the story gets interesting.I was sitting in my hotel balcony in the evening. I was wearing my bikini, but I had untied the top from around my neck and had started playing with my nipples. I had started out wanting to see if I could get milk out of them-- it turned out I could get a little if I squeezed hard, or if I sucked on them-- but playing with them had gotten me pretty hot, and I had slipped a hand down inside the bottoms and was playing with my clit while sucking a.