Just then the co-pilot appeared in front of her and made Cindy sit up as he pushed his cock into Sindy’s spread pussy. “Where babies come from?” said Stacey. Indian Sex Women blow me all the time. “The white stuff is called sperm!” cried Cindy. “Of course we are,” said Sindy. She had a strange image of little babies swimming around on her tongue as the sperm filled her mouth and wondered if it was right to swallow them. Women blow me all the time. “Why not blow them too?”
“You can blow women?” said Sindy amazed. They are not the brightest sparks. You do it because you like it, not because your testicles might explode.”
The co-pilot seemed at a loss to know what to say. Now they heard their moans for what they were, cries of pleasure as they licked and sucked the fliers’ big cocks. “How dare you speak like this to me!”
Stacey, the other stewardess in first class (who had made them not breast feed the passengers) came quickly over.
