Then drew out a little pair of white cotton panties by the lace trim. Glancing in the direction where Sophie had left, I turned the cotton triangle in...ide out and studied the gusset. There was what resembled a crinkled cream-coloured petal still slightly tacky to the touch. The aroma was simply intoxicating. I couldn’t resist carefully pulling on the trim around the legs to tease the gusset apart so the delicious petal could be loosened and then gently ripped from the cotton. It came away in. She tried to pull away but she was held in place by my hands on her ass. She was so turned on by my hands massaging her and pressing her close to my mouth that she moaned deep in the back of her throat. " ooooohhhhh..ooooohhhhh..aaaaaahhhhhh."I lifted my mouth and looked up to her. What I saw took my breath away...a beautiful passionate woman with her breasts out, nipples hard and head thrown back. I took in her flushed cheeks and neck. She was panting slightly. I knew I had to have her soon.. Tight, hot and pained, the badges ofhis afflicted manhood shuddered and, with coarse whimpers, a streak ofburning climax rushed up and out as his member spouted. Not wilting noreasing, he croaked as it happened again, and again and again until, as somany cursed times before, he was sure any more would summon blood. But no- and in retrospect such an affliction was preferable - as his testiclesgrew mercifully slack and his member wilted.The spatter of milky white and grey before him on the floor. . no, after you" contretemps, which resulted in me saying "Ach okay, age before beauty it is then..." jokingly, while I felt a little selfish leaving Fatima the aisle seat.Getting settled in my seat proved a bit more difficult than normal with all my winterwear, and Fatima could see I was struggling... she kinda half-sniggered before suggesting "Look, why don't you put that massive jacket across both of us? My legs are kinda cold in this weather anyway...". I saw this as a logical idea, and so.