”“Oh. Step over to your recliner.”“Gladly.”At one point over the next 45 minutes, I was thankful that the furniture was built so well. Renee...was straddling my lap and just hammering herself up and down on my cock, seemingly, forever. She screamed repeatedly with each orgasm. When I finally came, I pulled the full recline handle and as the chair reclined I thrust my hips straight up and deep into Renee’s center. She collapsed on top of me and went limp.“Mick?”“Yes, lover.”“Please make it like. I really should have been flattered to even have been given the opportunity. After all I was fourteen years older than her and my slightly geeky look was not really in her league. I did okay with the women in the bar, not on my dashing good looks, but because I was the bar owner and I lived upstairs. Some women were attracted to that and I took advantage of it. I told her, "Nope, probably going to spend the evening alone reading a book." I knew that no matter how well I might have done with. I unzipped my pants and opened my zipper, as you dug into my underwear, while I was still probing your womanhood. You felt for my cock and upon finding it, slipped your slender fingers around my shaft, pressing along the back side of my manhood. The entire time, you never opened your eyes. The ride was entering into more turbulence and the Captain turned on the seat-belt sign. With the announcement, you withdrew your hand from my fly. I readjusted myself and pretended to be asleep as your eyes. Momentarily, I felt a flush of embarrassment, and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Oh dear; Julie certainly had. She was looking straight at me, and gave a bright grin as our eyes met. She was now sitting on the chair with her legs apart, her panties on the floor beside her and her skirt up around her waist, although I couldn’t see her pussy because Richard was kneeling on the floor in front of her with his head between her legs, licking vigorously at her. Julie’s blouse was now.