Elsie, the smart cookie, thought she could have her cake and eat it too. But one Saturday, several months after she started her secret daring games, E...sie got a text message on her cell phone while she was window shopping though the largest shopping mall in her city. It was cryptic, short and confusing. It read:"Elsie Mitell, age 16, student at Sussex High School who lives with her mother, Inez and her 15 year old brother Edward in Regent Park Lane, Orleans. Cell phone # is 613-555-4573 You. This noise?’‘Who is it?’‘Who... ? What... ? Where... ?’The wondering in the void was carefree and as far as he was concerned could go on forever. He had the sense that regardless how long it would last, everything could and should wait and that it was reasonable thinking.It stopped being contenting and even became displeasing with every annoying interruption that reverberated louder than his sluggish thoughts.‘Enough’.‘I ... Zax ... want it to stop’.‘But ... how?’‘Where it comes from... ?’‘How. I never wear underwear so I opened up my suit jacket a little wider for him to get a good look. His hand found my knee and his fingers starting making a trail straight to the top of my legs.The plane was almost empty and I suggested perhaps we would be uninterrupted if we moved towards the back of the plane where there were hardly any passengers.In our new seats and without anyone close by, he resumed his voyage up my leg. By the time his fingers found my pubic area, I was dripping wet. He. " I pulled her body back close to mine and stood up with her still impaled. I wrapped my hands around her hips as my dick pushed into her silky depths.. Her legs wrapped around behind me, and she hooked her feet in at my thighs. She arched her back, reached over, and grabbed hold of my head. She let out a groan as I was buried even deeper into her already strained cunt. She turned her head, and we passionately kissed. Her mouth tasted all the sweeter knowing her kisses belonged only to me.I.