He continued licking me around my neck, shoulders, especially boobs, all the while never even reducing the speed of his fucking.He couldn’t bend any...ore and so he got up and pulled my legs up into the air. This caused my feet to be right beside his face. He looked at them and said, “You have the most shapely, beautiful feet I have seen on a girl Sweta.” I giggled, “You already told me that uncle.”He kissed one, then the other and replied, “Well, it needs to be told many more times, Sweta. You. Now in bra and panties she jumped and landed on the bed on her back. My clothes ended up in a heap next to the bed. My cock was dripping pre-cum. My cockhead, covered by my foreskin, was soaked with lubricating fluid. I pulled Margie's panties off and tossed them. Margie took her bra off and tossed that. "No foreplay, just get that beautiful cock in my cunt," Margie implored. I slid up between her legs, her swollen pussy lips were holding her vagina entrance wide open. Her labia lips were wet. She pulled on her boots and walked to the back of the plane. When inside she reapplied her make up and fixed her hair. She went to the bathroom and then washed up and smoothed down her skirt. Checking her appearance a final time, she smiled and walked back to her seat. Just in time too, as the seatbelt signs lit up and she got her stuff together in her bag. …As she walked into the arrival area with her luggage, she looked around and couldnt see Jack anywhere. She walked to some seats and turned. The book tour would begin on MSNBC, and Al Sharpton was going to be on the show with me, since his name was on the cover of the book (Foreword by Rev. Al Sharpton) in a smaller font than my name but much larger than I thought he deserved. Oh well.One thing we weren’t as sure of was what extent the notoriety with the bank robbery would affect the book tour and sales of the book. Hurt or help? The best we could plan for was developing a set of canned answers for when somebody asked. We also knew.