.... of course, I was quite nervous on Friday night when I came home from school and saw my mother already starting to drink as she walked around nake... (not unusual for her) looking for our favourite outfit for her evening out. I wondered whether Mr Jones would decide to come around, or play it safe.As my mother was getting herself ready I went and showered, shaving my body completely, understanding that a big part of my attraction to men was that I looked younger than I really was. Especially. Richards could admire. Part of this was her ability to handle the press. Another part, just as significant, was her ability to cope with a self absorbed, philandering husband. I spent so much time reading and considering Eleanor that my wardrobe started to mimic hers. When I noticed, I decided this was not a bad thing. It even came up in interviews a couple of times. Wardrobe was an issue that I had never needed to deal with before. In this, Elspeth proved invaluable. While I had a good start. ”We all laughed it off – sort of – but then, right after midnight, a severe thunderstorm suddenly brewed up. The lightning and thunder was almost continuous.Everyone was awake and looking out the windows when suddenly, Bridget began screaming in that high-pitched voice, “Everyone downstairs, NOW!”That we couldn’t laugh off. We took off running. Grandma was the last one to come down the stairs. She had barely made it into the living room with the rest of us when two huge bolts of lightning. .. as he looked at me and smiled. He ended up unzipping my pants and his hand managed to pull my cock out as he started to stroke me. I sat up in my seat as I tried my best to ignore him and remain quiet. He let go of my cock, licked his hand and then slid it back under the blanket to find my cock and stroke me. We weren't the only people on the plane, but we were all the way in the back. That meant there wouldn't be anyone behind us and we could keep an eye on everyone. I however didn't want.