My parents lived in what's called a senior community. While we were in the air, I explained it to Kay. All the homes were on the smaller size and had ...arger front yards than back yards. There was a community pool with a nearby barbeque area that anyone could use. For small groups they didn't need to do anything but if they were having a large party, they were supposed to make reservations. The Home Owners Association kept the common areas neat and well cared for, they also maintained the tennis. She puts the phone to her chest and moans gratefully. She looks at me and nods. "Uh-huh, I'm listening," she says, the phone barely holding to her ear. I return my mouth to its work, rubbing my tongue along the tiny bulge at the top of her pussy. Her legs loosen and widen. Her weight drops on my face. Her pussy tasting like a cream popsicle. She bends back, like a contortionist and takes hold of my dick. She strokes it in great long tugs as she listens to her husband go on about some stupid. The next day I met Keith and told him about Cheryl and me. He said, “Michelle, I want to suck your cunt. I want to know if you think I’m better than Cheryl.” He sucked my cunt. They were both very good. Keith pushed me onto the floor. He said, “Michelle, this is something Cheryl cannot do with you.” He fucked me and ejaculated in my cunt. He continued and put me on his lap on the floor as he pumped in and out of me. He was right. Cheryl needed a dildo to do this.I invited Cheryl and Keith to my. Can you imagine how the early settlers felt, crawling across the Great Plains in their ox-powered wagons, maybe making ten or fifteen miles progress a day? You’d wonder if you’d EVER get there.We ate Mom’s delicious chicken sandwiches about twenty-five-thousand feet above Alabama (Mel raved about the flavor and texture), then dozed most of the way back to LAX.In my experience, there’s always too much going on around you on an airplane to actually sleep. My brain is normally on at me to wake.