"Dessert is served," Sandra cooed, rubbing her finger up and down the front of her panties, tracing the slot from bottom to top. She saw Shannon looking towards the ramp. "Don't worry," Sandra said. "The waitress won't be up for a least an hour, and no one can see us from below. We can fuck each other's brains out within a hundred yards of hundreds and hundreds of people, and no one will know."

Whatever reservations Shannon might have had evaporated. There was a beautiful woman in white panties that contrasted with her dark skin lying on the table in front of her, offering herself up like a sacrifice. She...