How nice.The weird thing is, neither one of us had ever tried anything sexual with the other. In eighteen years. And now, we were surely headed to bed...with each other. No doubt about it.He took my hand and led me into his bedroom where he sat on the bed and pulled me to him, taking my left nipple in his mouth and his left hand up on my right breast. My hand went down to fondle his cock which was so insistently pointing at my midsection, my preferred destination of every penis I had ever. Now he is the one ‘adjusting’ his seat. Actually, adjusting his pants is more like it. The pilot announces that you are about to land. You pretend to be fiddling with your purse under the seat and bend down in such a way that he gets a full view of your perfectly thonged ass. You sit up and notice the slight bulge in his slacks and the fact that he won’t look at you and laugh to yourself. The plane parks and you tell him good luck with his meetings. He lets you out first. Such chivalry. Then. He landed on her body still clad half in soft rumpled silk, his eager tongue searching for her mouth, his tool stiffer than he could ever remember searching for its own entrance to this body in the way it had so long wanted, needed even. Once in the hot tunnel instinct took charge, she was his and she knew it, nothing she could do, ever would, or could. stop this now, his teeth nipping at her neck hands on her shoulders, hips pistoning his stiffness deep into her body her own hips rising to. .." He paused for effect.Bracewell gave a sour grin, "All right, you will be sent home with our thanks for your help, but we do need some way of finding our Susan, she's stuck in some other world and probably at the hands of a mad-man." I wouldn't really worry about her; it just where they are that might be in question." Blythe said worried for the first time.Susan Pulse, operative of Section 4, opened her eyes. The room she was in was the same basement that she had seen in Blythe's room, but.