All that cash, and I left as unsatisfied as the law would allow. It was still a somewhat fond memory. I had always assumed the memory was better than ...he night. I ate at a burger joint named Rusty’s that first night. It was a family-owned place with all the ambiance of a country kitchen, down to the red and white checkered table clothes. The waitress, a high school girl with way too many freckles, quizzed me about what I was doing in Junction City. It was a small town and I guessed good gossip. "It's Carla. Are you alone?" Yep, it's just me. What can I do for you Carla?" I thought about what you said today in the cafeteria. I don't see why we have to bring another girl into it. I could just come over there tomorrow, when you were alone, or you could even come over here, because my mother is almost never home anymore. I will let you do it to me and then it's over. I can't do it with another girl, I just can't."I hung up the phone on her. I didn't slam it down, but I terminated the. She sat down and pulled her knickers down. Deborah always wore stockings as part of her uniform. This was not the first time she had felt the need to masturbate on a flight, but she couldn’t remember the need being so intense.Deborah’s fingers quickly found her swollen clit and her climax was swift and intense. The words of the First Officer over the intercom reminded her that they were ninety minutes out of Cape Town and her passengers would be looking for breakfast. The business class cabin. Just do it, honey. Just do me."Sharon looked straight into her mother's eyes from a mere two inches away, connecting with her soul in a sexual, incestual way. Her hands slowly moved down her mother's back, over her skirted ass until they moved down her mother's hips and thighs, and finally reached the hem of her skirt. The teenage girl grabbed it and slowly pulled it upward.First the band of her mother's tan stockings were exposed and the elastic bands holding them up; then her panties.Holding.