As we slowly walked I looked at every passenger in an aisle seat to see how many of them got an eyeful of Layla’s slit. I decided that we should start our way back to the hotel and called out Layla’s name. As I walked down the aisle behind Layla I saw all the male eyes looking at her. I love the ‘wanting’ look on her face. When I told her about him I noticed a little run of her juices escape her vagina and drip onto the rock. “I’m knackered.” Layla said as she let her knees drift apart letting her pussy get some air. We’ve both going to be knackered after this. But hang on I’ve got something to stuff in your pocket first.”
Layla went to one of the drawers, pulled out a G-string and gave it to me. “Right, 2 girls, you, the blonde who couldn’t find any clothes when she got out of some strange man’s bed this morning. “Right, last girl, I know, you the short blonde up there with little tits and a guys hand on your pussy, get his hand out of your cunt and get down here.”
It was then that I realised that my right hand had slid up Layla’s left leg and was indeed idly toying with her clit.
