..don't stop...please. I need this," I begged shamelessly."If he lets you cum, will you let him fuck you?" Jim inquired rhetorically. He already knew ...he answer. He just wanted me to verbalize it. I nodded and moaned, "Uh huh," as I continued to hump shamelessly. I wanted to cum. I needed this climax. "Well, tell him. Tell him what you'll do," Jim instructed, insisting that I continue to speak; that I continue to humiliate myself by begging. "Please, make me cum. I'll let you fuck me. I'll. It was not long before she said her jaw was aching and getting tired. I laughed, saying she had done an incredible work down there. Then I just pushed her back against the back seat; took her tight yoga pants off and revealed her pretty, pink delicious pussy. I began playing with her cunt, sliding my naughty fingers in and out, rubbing her nice swollen clit.Sheila’s juices started to make a small puddle in the palm of my hand. My gym trainer was now breathing hard and she begged me not to stop.. No one was on tomy fa?ade yet; at least I didn't think so. The flight finally ended andI started to get panicky."Just calm down, sis," Mark said to me. "Just act like you've beenacting and no one will know. You've been doing great so far. I know youcan do this."Those words calmed me down a little and we grabbed our bags in theoverhead compartment and made our way down the ramp. I was still abundle of nerves inside as we entered the airport. Mark and I lookedaround until we spotted a blond woman. Lust reigns–it must–but it becomes a pathway along which they rush without looking, the pathway friends and lovers alike take, and, occasionally, a path those destined to love might take. Friends exist mostly in sober dawn. The brightness of day brings light too revealing. Touches then must come casually, embraces merely greeting, fingers brushing in accident, postures wishing to entwine held painfully erect. The way of the world dictates how friends interact. As lovers, friends walk strangely.