Wave after wave of pleasure shot through her. During which I was fucking her still. It felt so good to fuck her during her orgasm. It put me on the ed...e of mine. I could feel my load building inside me. I didn't want it so soon, so I slowed my pace. I was now taking my time fucking my sweet love. But she had others thoughts. She flipped us putting herself in command. She pistoned on me like she had been fucking for years, not days. I was moaning now, trying to keep my load contained and at bay. Then, she realized that she'd stuck her tongue out as she finished the sentence. "Looks like it _still_ ain't easy," Anya said with a small chuckle. "You'll get used to it, though, and it is only for a couple of days. Grandmother walked over to the door and opened it just a crack. "We're ready, Mrs. Bramson." Marge rushed in and stood for a moment, studying her daughter's look. "Fine; just fine. I do miss those pigtails you wore for most of last season." "_Mom_," Teri said automatically. "I'm. She said, "We're going to refuel outside LA, and then head straight home. We're advising you in case there is anything between here and home."The man said, "There is a Marshals Service problem in Amarillo that you would be good for, but you'll have to talk to your people about that. None of our immediate problems have your names on them in highlights, so I don't have anything spectacular for you. We do have all kinds of targets and problems if you want to go south of the border, but you two. What would I do for five hours?We were thirty minutes into the flight and, I really was trying not to look at Kirstie's legs, but, Jesus, they were fantastic, and so were her feet.Ok, I don't have a foot fetish, but she had very sexy feet.So I thought I would write the second part of the latest story I was writing for Erotic Stories.I guess I was well into it when the hostess came around with snacks and drinks, so I took a break, as did Kirstie while we were eating.I noticed the cover of her.