Thinking that it was a dream, I tried to sleep again. And the same thing happened once again.When I woke up, everyone was sleeping. This happened more...2 or 3 times. This time I decided to just close my eyes and pretend to sleep. And that is when I felt it again. My boob was being pressed very slowly and carefully by the man sitting beside me. For a second, I felt extremely angry and I wanted to slap him but then I decided to push away the anger. I stayed in that position for some more time. Holding her feet up, I moved around and eased my cock into her extremely tight and wet cunt. I just had to get in there, just for a few thrusts. I pushed in my full length a few times, making her gasp, and slid out, replacing my cock with my fingers. Pushing my index and middle fingers inside her, I began rubbing her clit hard with my thumb. She began to squirm around, her mouth opening and closing. "God," she grunted, "I'm going to fucking cum already. It feels like your hitting something down. Getting back in bed, I tucked my cock back into my boxer briefs. As I did so, I felt the copious amount of wetness that Anna had left behind. Her juices had soaked into my underwear and after I felt the moisture there, I had to take a whiff of the scent. Had I not just dropped the load of a lifetime, her smell alone would have brought my cock to full attention. It was sweet and musky in a completely different way than my wife’s pussy that I knew so well. Mentally, I was buzzing but I was so. "I don't care." she told me. "I don't have any money on me, so it's on you."I sighed. "I guess I'll pay for this one." I conceded. "But only because I'm a gentleman!"She laughed. "You honestly think you're a gentleman? You?!" Oi!" I interjected, a little hurt."Read more Jane Austen novels, you bozo." She laughed again as she stood up. "Come on, ice cream ... remember?"I smiled to myself. So mature yet so not. I stood up and together, we walked up to the ice cream store and stood in line. When.