I mean hell I didn't know anyone in California, so I might as well head home. I booked the overnight flight to Charlotte even though it wasn't perfect... I did have one stop in Atlanta but it was only two hours.The plane left LAX at 6PM so I had a lot of time to kill. I watched delayed TV on my smart phone. I had thrown away all my clothes except for the Cutoff jeans I wore, the Camo Tee shirt, the panties, and bra I wore. I did keep one extra pair of panties and a tee folded and packed into my. I had another business trip scheduled, this time to New Orleans. Joan said she'd love to come with me. The trip was on a late Wednesday flight. The plan was for me to work Thursday and Friday, then we would have some time to play. Joan spent Thursday in New Orleans, shopping, eating at a great Cajun restaurant and scouting for sex opportunities. We were alone at dinner that night and she told me about her day. She mentioned that she had heard about Mardi Gras and all the wild things that. ‘Ariana’s my mom. And it’s a dress. Don’t you like it?’ The old woman raised her eyebrows. ‘I most certainly don’t! It’s far too revealing!’ Aylar looked down on her wine red dress. It was rather skimpy – the hemline was halfway between her thigh and knee but it was very figure-hugging and the neckline was low. Her hair hung in curls to her waist, and her feet were adorned by beautiful black high heeled shoes. She smiled to herself – it was when her family disapproved that she knew she looked. "I want you to watch ... as I ride his ... big cock Daddy," I moaned out as I began to ride up, and down on Daddy's finger as I squeezed my breasts. I was sorely disappointed when he left the window as I really wanted him to watch me cum on my Daddy's finger so I just closed my eyes, and enjoyed being finger-fucked as Daddy would spank my ass. After I achieved a minor but splendid orgasm I opened my eyes, and was surprised to see the guy from the window standing in front of me stroking his big.