" You're very organised, aren't you, Love!" Jo said to him."I suppose so. That's the thing I like about writing: getting the details right; so you hav... to do research, and having the Internet makes it a lot easier!"The airport check-in was a formality, made even easier because they were travelling Business Class. This also meant that they had a more comfortable flight. And like a lot of inexperienced fliers, Jo spent much of the flight looking out of the window: first at the changing patchwork. I cried out with pleasure and begged him, "please, I can't take it anymore," I said, slightly out of breath. "Fill me up, empty your balls in me before I go crazy." He plunged into my dripping hole, pumping hard, pressing himself to get every inch in me. My blood red painted fingernails clawing at his back causes a moan that almost sounded like a growl, only making me hotter. He nips at my neck as release claims me, sudden waves of pleasure hit me making the breath catch, I feel him stiffen as. Anything to distract him from the baton. He nodded, saying nothing. His eyes strayed down from mytear-stained face to my chest. As soon as I understood what he wanted, Ihurried to comply. I sat up and removed my blouse swiftly. My eyes never leftthe baton.? Moments later I was nakedabove the waist. I have small breasts. I hoped they would please him. I fearedhe might seize one of them in his hand and press the baton to my nipple. If hedid that, I thought my heart might stop. And the last thing. I have some definite ideas about what camping out with you will mean.” She giggled, clearly implying a sexual intent to her thinking.The two got up and got back on the bike. Cricket was wearing some snug shorts and a crop top, along with her cowgirl boots. In anticipation of some cooler weather in the northern tier states, Dave had her bring some warmer clothes and windbreakers in addition to the one-duffle bag limitation. Fortunately, given her size, the extra load was smaller and he could.