“I can always stop there.” No movement. Hand moves from fly to steering wheel. Other hand moves from steering wheel to her hand, pulling it, makin... sure it lands in my lap. My hand moves back to thigh, fingertips grazing the nylon. “Go on, touch it, or you can walk.” “Fucking pervert!” But her fingers clench. She’s holding me now, fingertips pressing against my swollen flesh. My fingers dig into her thigh. “Are you expecting me to jerk you off?” Exit road to lay-by immediate. I indicate, give a. The idle thought crossed my mind that if I could, I would love to seduce them both... just an idle thought though, and my pussy twitched in pleasure.'Hah, you dirty old slut' I said to myself, smiling, as my thoughts took flight.The 777 airplane, has a supply room located behind the main galley, that is hardly ever used during a continental flight. I've used it often, when there had been someone I knew 'stewing'. In my time, there was no 777, just 727's, and I had to use the regular washrooms. "You have a good figure Sueand should show it off more?" More interested in keeping my balance Iagreed, not really listening or watching were she was taking me.Normally when Mira and I went 'shopping' of an evening in the town shemeant just browsing round with out purchasing anything. Tonight howevershe was walking with a purpose and struggling to keep up it took me mostof the kilometre down to the shops to learn how to walk in the wedgeswith out either kicking them off my feet or falling out. She sat for a few moments and felt the pressure in her bladder. I little trickle as her muscles relaxed then the flood of her pee. It felt good after she’d had her orgasm. At sixty years of age, she had not lost the desire for sex. Bob had never really considered her needs and for years she’d contented herself with this. Their love life!Back in the bedroom, Bob was snoring. She eased herself into bed and as her body came close to his, he rolled over, facing away from her and slept. She.
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