I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror by their station and my hair was a little messy and my face red, but I hardly tried to fix it. Back through t...e plane corridor I passed again along my loving Victor, but he was talking to an old lady seated on his side.When Byron sat down I leaned over him: “I love the way your cock feels in my mouth.”“Will I see you again anyplace in Hawaii?. He asked me.I told our hotel address and after that Victor came to me, telling that the old lady on his side had. Something about my petite frame being manhandled turned me on even more, and I found myself saying things I’d never dreamed of. “Oh shit! That’s it, fuck that tight little pussy! I can’t get enough of these big black cocks!” “Don’t worry, slut, you’re gonna get plenty of cock before we’re done with you,” I heard Terrance say from behind me. And suddenly, I felt the tip of his swollen dick pressing against my puckered little asshole. “Oh, fuck yeah! Fuck my little ass! I need more!” Not wasting. I used to visit my dad during holidays.’ Though that all changed after he married Gwen and they had kids of their own. The gaps between phone calls increased, while the number of cards and e-mails thinned out. Visits got postponed as ‘next time’ and ‘soon’ gradually stretched larger spans of time. Mom had repeatedly told her that the demands of Dad’s coaching job were the reason for their own divorce, that he probably was spending most of his time with his football players than with her. This time it was just a controlled trickled, seeing her urinating directly into the material rubbing up against her lower lips. It was an absolutely amazing experience, the hot wetness of her exiting piss filling into the fabric allowing her to savour the incredible warmth against the skin of her exposed muff. Her curly pubes were covered with droplets of spent urine, something she would dry off afterwards with a convenient invoice slip. For the meantime she intended to continue enjoying her.