"Oh!" I realized he had more cock to move into me.As he pushed forward, my flesh moved aside to allow him to move even deeper. I felt as if I were inc...ing a fireman's pole into my ass."There," he said between big grins, "I knew you could take it all. Finally, I found you."What he said really hadn't registered. I focused on the incredible fullness in my ass. I closed my eyes as he again moved in short strokes. Each stroke, however, became longer and his breathing grew shallower. I felt his silky. The overriding thing in Felicity’s mind, and the thing on which her decision hinged, was that she just liked him. He was a dear, sweet man, who’d been crushed, but had struggled back up. She didn’t care about his money. She just liked him. And, to be honest, she, like Chester, assumed his time was probably short anyway. She could always start over with a man her own age, when Chester went to his rest. She didn’t really think about the money. Not then. Chester had never put on airs, and so she’d. I saw that she'd dressed beneath the blanket as she pulled it away and stuffed it onto the tray in front of her. "Here are your drinks."The stewardess announced and handed them to us. We imbibed yet again. All of my feelings went away and the familiar numbing took precedence. Erin laid her head on my chest after our glasses were empty, as I listened I heard her singing quietly to herself. With a tone so delicate, I strained to hear but it was well worth my efforts. I drifted to sleep in. Fletcher climbed off, but he didn’t stop touching her. He took his hands and kept rubbing up and down her torso. He rubbed against her breasts and her sides. He used his fingers to tickle her. He kept kissing her lips, neck, and the side of her face. Then to her surprise his fingers were back inside her. She wanted him stop, she tried to push him away, and she almost said something, but he was determined to keep massaging the insides of her pussy. It didn’t hurt. It felt incredibly good. She.