“That feels awesome Ylena,” I whisper to her.I continued my play of her very wet pussy. I ran my middle finger up and down her wet slit very slowl.... She was moaning louder and her breathing was becoming shallower.“Do you know what you’re doing to me,” she asks incoherently.“YES!!” I respond. “Enjoy it!!.”After a few minutes of teasing her, I found her clit and trapped it between my index finger and middle finger. I began making circular motions. She was obviously in another world now. She. She pulled it away. She had tried masturbation but could seldom achieve orgasm and even when she did it left her feeling unfulfilled and hollow. She was only twenty-eight for god's sake. She had needs like anyone else. Yet there was Joel to think of. She dare not ever let her needs outweigh his. She would control her urges and remain the rational and reasoning parent. Yet, once again, her thoughts flicked back to images of naked bodies and her moans and groans of ecstasy. She shook her head as. I'd never seen another man's penis properly and didn't look at first then I glanced over, it was quite dark brown with a long foreskin which covered the end and with grey and brown pubic hair at the base. Looking at his cock turned me on so much I was leaking clear, sticky premium all over the head of my cock, now shiny and slick. Ted touched my leg with his and we both continued to stroke at a quick pace, his cock had now grown and the foreskin now stretched back revealing a bulbous, purple. First class eats better than coach. First class has better seats. First class has separate bathrooms. First class is worth every penny. Believe me. First class is great ... except ... some first class passengers can be annoying. They seem to feel that unescorted females are on board for their enjoyment. The not so subtle hints and sexual innuendo by two of the men was not welcome.It is my understanding that men who are THAT important have private aircraft. Two of us complained. The flight.