Without Bounds

Jon had me wear just a skirt and top but before I could put them on I had to put my Ben Wa balls inside me and I had to do it in full view of our neighbours who were still watching me (us). I could see that I was going to have an interesting journey home. When we had checked our luggage in we went through customs to the departure lounge. The security people were getting everyone to walk through some sort of x-ray arch. It bleeped when I went through lez and this man told me to go through again. It bleeped lezbo again. It was obvious that I wasn’t carrying anything so he ran this x-ray stick thing up and down close to my body. As it got near my stomach it bleeped over and over. I realised that it must have found Ben and wondered what he would do. I had pictures running through me head of being taken into a room and told to strip off. Then having to have an internal examination. I wondered if I would enjoy it but I didn’t get the chance. The man just shook his ‘stick’ then put it in front Bondage of my stomach again. When it bleeped again he shook his head and waved me on. In a way I was a little disappointed. It could have been interested. Jon wanted to walk about the departure lounge which meant that Ben was working hard. After about 10 Lesbian minutes I grabbed his arm and stood there and shook as an orgasm took control of me. I think that Jon had forgotten about Ben because he looked a bit surprised at first, then his face changed to a smile. When I’d calmed down we went and got a coffee and waited for the plane. Amazingly enough the plane took off on time, but it wasn’t long before I realised that the 4-hour journey was going to take its toll on me. The constant background vibrations of the plane pussy licking were keeping Ben working ever so slowly. The tingling in my pussy wouldn’t stop. I tried to think about other things but the tingling would not go away. I could feel my juices slowly seeping out of me and I decided that I had better lift the back of my skirt over my bum. I didn’t want to have a big wet patch on my skirt for everyone to see as we walked through East Midlands Airport. I wriggled about to hitch my skirt up and lesbo held one of the magazines on my lap so that no one could see too much. When the flight attendant came to give us our meal I accidentally knocked the magazine off my lap as I release the little table from the seat in front. The flight attendant looked a little startled when she realised that she could see all my thighs right up to my stomach; but she just carried on as if nothing had happened. It was a heavy fuck load he had given her. Turn on my toy with lesbo the app, just to make sure it is working and then I will let you see the photo that sexy mom sent.” Chelsea obviously felt it too because Bondage she gave another shudder. Johano was there, rising to a sitting position. I was watching the video but my eyes kept straying to her legs and the form of her breasts under the brief top. But, that my Lesbian marriage caved in at the last due to circumstances that neither of us could handle. We were stopped at a light, as I leaned over and gave Traci a long kiss. “Suck a futa's cock?” lezbo I asked her. It felt better than she anticipated, the many bumps pushed pussy licking against her bare ass, her vulva and her thighs. “So the sketches I keep aren’t going to be worth a fortune one day?” she mocked; then she whispered “To me they’re already priceless” and we melted into another deep full lez body kiss. It was such a shame for this exquisite young lady's body to never pleasure a husband and be pleasured by him on her wedding night.