It's not our fault we don't suffer from inner ear imbalance. We're both gymnasts so flying through the air upside down twisting and turning doesn't bo...her us. Oops. I wasn't supposed to say that."In Chicago, we trekked to the tower and passed out bags and bottles, the military presented us with paperwork, kicked the tires and fueled it while Antler Wendy burgers were heating on the platform in front of the radar dish. The engine started on our aircraft and they flew off with it. We watched it. I took a gamble, and easing my hand from between my legs, raised it to my lips, sensuously lapping my own nectar from each finger in turn, my eyes not leaving hers for a second.She moaned, not loudly, but audibly enough. I exaggeratedly continued, savouring the tangy musk of my goo, and then whispered:"Want a taste?"She was lost! Her cheeks reddened slightly, her eyes dropped, her whole body language screamed "Yes!"She shuffled from the ball of one foot to the other.My arm snaked out, fingers. David could read her torment in her face, he knew he had her. Bending down so that his face was only inches from hers, his breath hot on her face. “Do you understand, cunt?” He repeated with venom.“Yes,” she whispered.“Louder,” he ordered.“Yes,” she repeated only louder. David felt his own excitement, this was just like some of the fantasy stories he had read and wanked over, he knew he was rock hard and with his free hand he undid his trousers and took out his cock. Standing there with it only. But I’m not committed to hearing the answer as his lips trail down my jawline to my neck and his hands roam down my back, massaging my ass through my dress before travelling round to my breasts. He lightly brushes my nipples with his thumbs, recalling exactly how to make me weak at the knees. I quickly grab his wrists. Breaking us out of the trance we were in before we go too far. He looks up at me and we both stare at one another, the silence filled with our heavy breathing. He presses his.