I hadn't gotten laid and since I was staying in their home hadn't gone through my usual masturbation ritual. I got on the plane at 9:30 ( 1:30 at home...) there was no one in about the last six rows. I always sit near the rear so I was thinking this is great. I'll have a row to myself, which I did. We had a stop after 1 hr of flying to drop off and pick up passengers. Of course I'm hoping not too many, I would still enjoy a row to myself. We were left with about the same amount as before, still. Please take these seats. I apologize for not getting up, I have been feeling a little stiff in my lower extremities and it is better if I remain seated.” He felt Prudence’s teeth gently squeezed him, mid-shaft, teasing him in their shared secret.“Oh that’s quite alright, Doctor, I’m just so happy you were willing to see us. Don -- my husband, Bethany’s stepfather -- said you don’t normally accept Saturday appointments.”“That’s true, but I understand you are very concerned about Bethany’s. I turned to Cheryl and said, "I need to talk to Karen in private. Leave us alone for a bit." Sure," she said, starting to move away."Oh, Cheryl, I just wanted to say that that is a very nice shirt." Thanks," she said with a smile."Can I have it?" I asked."What?" she asked, confused."Can I please have your shirt?" I repeated.She looked confused for just a second, then got a sultry smile on her face. "Certainly," she said, as she slowly undid the knot under her breasts. She arched her back as she. Roy came home at lunchtime while Branden and I were having sex. Holy shit, I thought I was dead. Branden always parks down the street, so Roy didn’t see his car, thank god. Roy came straight upstairs and started fucking me. Branden was hiding in the closet and he hadn’t come yet. As soon as Roy finished with me, and went back to work, Branden got his first taste of Roy’s sloppy seconds, which was fair. I don’t know what was sexier. Fucking Roy with Branden in the closet, or watching Branden’s.