“Please don’t hate me darling” she pleaded. How could he hate her? Yes, he was shocked, disgusted even, but hate? “I don’t hate you Millie�... he said “I just don’t understand how you could do such a thing. I think we should have a shower, have lunch and then go and talk to this Ann person”. Millie nodded her acceptance. After they both showered they had lunch. Sitting with a coffee Barry sought to understand. “How did it happen?” he asked “how often has it happened?” She explained she had met Ann. His ass clenched and he turned around to look at me, then just continued pumping but started to groan louder. Then I smacked his butt cheek then the other and back and forth while I massaged his balls with the other hand. After only a few smacks on the butt he held deep and nearly screamed as I watched him shoot into the garbage can from below.“Where did that come from?” he asked in a breathless voice.“I think that was the favor he owes you.” My Dad said startling both of us. We had. She was quickly cleared through the security checkpoint. Her plastic knife did not, of course, register on the metal detector, and her new wristcom seemed not to be a problem either. The normal remote in her bag also caused no comment. But of course, everybody carried one of those.The plane was only partly filled. Her seat was in second class, and there was no one seated next to her. Pru settled in and began a thorough reading of the manual for her wristcom. Some of its functions surprised her;. I mean, what else could I do, I was so hard it hurt, she knew that my sister and I played with each other and I had always wondered whether she would let me touch her.So, instead, I put the tray down, stood over her and had one of the slowest, most delicious wanks that I have ever had. My head felt as though it would explode, I wanted her to wake up and to catch me but at the same time, I was frightened that she would. So I just continued, gently stroking myself, her panties around one of my.