I turned to look at Kent who had now finished his conversation with Nova Scotia Control and was doing something to the panel in front of him. I guessed rightly that he was setting the auto pilot.
Tony’s mouth suddenly left my n*****s and he dropped to his knees in front of me. The cramped space forced him to be careful not to knock against any controls but once on his knees his hands gripped the elastic at the side of my knickers and pulled them down and off. His face then buried itself back into my wet p***y where his tongue began to run up and down my lips forcibly as I steadied myself by grasping the top of the seat next to me. I glanced at Kent as I saw him stand up from his seat and begin to undress himself hurriedly, not wanting to miss any of the action now taking place in his cock
