"Do you see what I mean? Doesn't she have terrific tits? And look at that pussy, so wet."Who am I talking to? You can hear what sounds like kissing. Y...s, definitely, kissing. And small moans."God yes, such a wet little pussy. Do I get to play with her?" A woman's voice. One that seems familiar."Only if you're a good girl. I'm really going to enjoy fucking you. Tell her how you want me to fuck you." God, I want it everywhere. I want it hard, I want it deep in my pussy. I want you to fuck my. .“ She let her voice trail off. Carol was a stunningly attractive woman and it was all I could do to keep my eyes and my mischievous mind from wondering. “Yeah,” I replied, matter of factly, “I am married.” I didn’t need to say anything else. A few days later, Carol’s teenage daughter caught my attention as I was backing out of the garage. Betty was the spitting image of her mother, only about seventeen younger. “What’s up?” I asked at Betty approached my car? “I hear you’re going to. He ended up unzipping my pants and his hand managed to pull my cock out as he started to stroke me. I sat up in my seat as I tried my best to ignore him and remain quiet. He let go of my cock, licked his hand and then slid it back under the blanket to find my cock and stroke me. We weren't the only people on the plane, but we were all the way in the back. That meant there wouldn't be anyone behind us and we could keep an eye on everyone. I however didn't want to risk getting caught, but he. Then he slipped back in bed with her and took her in his arms. ‘That was wonderful, Geoffie,’ she whispered against his chest as the tones of the Canon calmed and soothed her, along with his gentle, stroking hands. She looked up at him, and he kissed her. ‘There will be more,’ he murmured, and kissed her again. ‘Much more.’ ‘I know,’ she breathed. ‘From me too.’ She looked at him with a sleepy, satisfied smirk. ‘Wait till you see me in my string bikini…’ ‘Mmmm. I can’t wait.’ ‘And out of.