I figured my mind was just too tired from work to grasp on to anyone like normal.My sleepy mind turned instead to the man I sat by on the plane last w...ek. I’d been weaving a story about him that twisted and turned in my brain from the moment he sat by me. His careful, upper crust accent, his slightly wrinkled business attire, his frequent calls before we even took off, and his preppy looks made it all too easy to imagine a variety of things with him at the center.He smelled clean and I fought. I know I’m going to cum hard, hoping my balance is good in the middle of an orgasm. It almost makes me laugh, but your touch has me so pulled in, I don’t care. I want you to keep going, and I moan for it. I repeat your name, pinching my nipples harder. Looking down at you the whole time, loving how hot you look on your knees before me. Sighing out against my pussy, the thrusting is getting harder and faster, wanting me to cum hard. Your fingers curl and thrust deeper, your tongue moving. “You know full well what he’s going to do to you.” Sal kissed him. “Tell me,” she whispered in his ear. “Fuck you.” “You mean he will start kissing me on his settee and then start touching me?” Jack sighed. Her hand was inside his boxers now. “You mean he will put his hand up my dress and feel the stockings I am wearing for him?” Jack groaned and responded by putting his hand under her dress to feel the stockings for himself. “And then feel the thong I am wearing too?” Jack’s. Honey was talking to herself in almost a whisper about how big it was and how black it was, she sucked what she could between talking about it and I marveled at how big it got. In maybe three minutes this cock went from nine and soft to ten or eleven and very fat and hard, Honeys hands couldn't wrap around the shaft from finger to finger and I'm not sure mine would, this cock was huge, and I can remember thinking that it looked angry. My dick was tiny in comparison but was still rock hard as I.