What Martin slides into my mouth is a thin block, firm but yielding, the taste sharp against my tongue."Cheese." Right again." Martin leans in again, ...nd this time his lips trace a line from my cheek down my jaw to my throat. My cock thickens and pulses its approval."Wine?" I nod. There's a long pause. "Well?" Oh. sorry." When Martin's secretary wrote to arrange our tryst, one of his specific requests was that I always speak my answers aloud. "Yes, please." Thank you."A glass bottle clanks. As he touched his aching penis head to her dripping honey hole, she involuntarily flexed her body and spread her legs just a bit wider... He pushed the head into her warm, wet waiting hole. “Whoa! Incest, much? Mr. Cocky is IN me! How weird is that?” Cindy teased when she felt his entry. “I dunno. Way I hear it, he strained, guys fuck their daughters all the time. Wanna quit?” “Uh, I dunno-o-o-OH!” she shrieked as with four strokes he bottomed-out, balls-deep in her tight wetness. “OhhhhMyGOD!. She nodded her head but did not say anything. So I let her know that by the time we graduate, we will both be over eighteen. My birthday is in June so I am living with an older woman as her birthday is earlier than that. We think we will marry before then and going to college as husband and wife though we will not be starting a family until we graduate. I laughed and then told her she would have a few more celebrations to attend in the next year. She thought about this some and then said that. We were the only two people in first class and the cabin was almost empty. He found a sachet of Honey kept near my seat, and he opened it and smeared it all over his face playfully. I was fantasizing licking his face inch by inch. I lifted my finger to touch the honey near his mouth and then I licked my own finger. He took a deep sigh and swallowed. I was turning him on. He dragged me to the loo. The tiny toilet smelled of an expensive perfume. He pushed me against the wall and brought his lips.