‘This is getting complicated.' I thought, then grinned and said out loud,"But I"ll be damned if I'll stop!" She picked up her journal, the one she had kept tits ever since she had learned about adult life, and as she turned the page she smiled as the memories came flooding back to her as she recalled threesome the pleasure and knowledge they gave her. Her smiled widened as she came across an entry entitled "Hi I'm Candy f*** me..." Julie sat in the sterile lounge of the airport hotel in Gatwick staring at the giant wooden aeroplane suspended in the bar area. She was more than a little pissed off as though she thought she had been clever in catching the earlier transatlantic plane via Gatwick, but with delays and cancellations meant she now had a fourteen-hour wait before catching the connector to Brussels. She knew at 32 she was still in excellent condition and wished for a moment she wasn't as she tried to bury her teens head and act interested in her book as yet another middle aged businessman tried the same old pickup lines once they spotted an attractive woman on her own. Julie sensed someone moving over to her big and the retort of "No thanks blowjob I am waiting for someone" froze in her mouth when she looked up to see an attractive curly haired blonde face smiling down at her. "Jeeeez, don't these guys give ya the creeps" said the woman in a broad American accent, and introduced herself as Candy and asked if they could sit together as protection from what she called 'The circling sharks'. Julie nodded and smiled pleasantly at the woman as it slowly dawned on her that she was one of the air stewardesses from the plane Julie had just got off. "Sorry I didn't recognise you without your clothes on" Julie said, quickly followed by, "Errrr what I meant was without your uniform" as she started to feel her face colour. Candy laughed and said with a wink that it could be arranged if she wanted or maybe they had met in a previous life. The easy laughter broke the ice and soon the two of them were alternating between talking in hushed giggles like little schoolgirls and chuckling out loud with laughter as they swapped tales of life and men. Just as Candy was describing a particularly sordid tale of a stopover in Jamaica, she stopped in mid-sentence and nodded towards two guys who were staring and winking at the two girls. "Looks like the sharks are getting ready to try to feed" laughed Candy, "What do you say to grabbing a bottle and going to my room where it's a bit safer?" Julie stood in the lift staring at their reflection feeling a little scruffy in her jeans and old and worn man's bomber jacket in comparison to the smartly dressed, slightly older woman. Julie's apologised for her appearance and the explanation that all her stuff was still packed was brushed aside by Candy as the lift continued to rise. Candy threw the door open to her suite with a flourish and Julie just stood at the doorway staring at the size of the room. "Wow," said Julie "They must pay you airline people well." Candy laughingly replied "Well honey there has gotta be some compensations for sucking the general manager's little pecker," and with that she invited Julie to make herself at home while she got changed. Julie was standing gazing out of the large window as she heard Candy move to stand behind her. Looking at the reflection in the window Julie realised that Candy's idea of changing into something more comfortable was a miniscule silk kimono. Julie turned and took in the woman's full figure admiring the fullness of her breasts and the curves of her body. Candy watched intently as Julie's eyes roamed across her body and she felt her nipples harden and begin to poke through the thin silk material. As they went to sit on the couch Candy slipped and the drink she was holding splashed all down the front of Julie. As the drink started to soak in, Candy looked in horror and insisted that Julie get her wet things off so they could be dry for her to travel the next day. It was Candy's turn to watch Julie as she shrugged out of the jacket before quickly unbuttoning her blouse. I have no idea how many orgasms I had that day but I am sure that it must have been well over 60, perhaps even 70 or 80. Ohhh shit! She slipped a condom over his cock and started to lick its tip. They were buttery soft but overlaid on firm muscle that resisted her grip for a moment; Trish relaxed and arched her back, offering herself for inspection. While she pulls the plastic off the case, Kit says, ”I work for a major computer software firm. I had never experienced anything like it, the gear, the collar, the whole thing was so totally different it unnerved me and excited me in equal measure. “And now you’ve told the big whole world; well done mate. I had no choice but to do what Michael wanted. I absolutely loved the anticipation I had all day thinking about Mary and the night we would all share. Their naked bodies wrapped around each other in a breathless moment of passion, hearts racing as they came together. She wondered how much ‘sperm’ her daddy had in his balls. You know babysitting the kids including her baby feeding her, bathing her and changing her diapers and all. The only rules are to stay on the property, don’t make messes, and don’t disturb others.” A minute later her eyes locked onto mine in the mirror. They were glad that Mark and Joey would be sleeping on the ground floor and hopefully wouldn’t be listening at their bedroom door. at the end her dead friends and colleagues, now cold if not stiff, crocs eyes breaking the surface betrayed their presence. His long tongue snaked in between Tony’s full, pouty lips. And you know what I need!” said the deep voice on the other end of the line. “You’re mine from now on. I yelled out giggling, "Seriously, what the fuck, REALLY!" hesitating for a second, as I thought to myself, "I've got a good Buzz going and tits feeling good from the alcohol, so why not do it. She thought about having big plastic cocks in her mouth and having them spurt sperm onto her threesome tongue. It felt like someone had driven in a spike into my head. With another right hook, he laid teens Cameron out. Charisma's futa-dick thrust proud before her. She suddenly knew, beyond a doubt, that every man in the crowd was lusting blowjob after her. I took her and pulled from her in a fury, my blue hair flailing, my amethyst eyes drooped in the heat of my lust, unquenchable, unlimited. I clung to her, trembling and swaying. My little ass came up off that bed and I