It may become clearer in time. Do you want to continue or stop?”Inside i knew i wanted it. But i played cool and so i wouldn’t appear too eager. i...waited a minute and said, “Continue.”“Okay, you’re sure?”“Yes.”He came over and sat next to me. He turned the movie on, put my head back on his chest, placed my hand on his cock and told me that anytime i felt uncomfortable i should say so and we’d stop. He also said he’d tell me if he was gonna cum so i could back off. i said ‘okay.’We continued to. I told her, "You have a better chance of getting struck by lightning three times than crashing in a plane."She giggled and said, "You probably shouldn't have said that, my friends jokingly call me Murphy, after Murphy's Law." That's anything that can happen, will happen, right?" That's the one." Oh boy, I guess we are in for a bumpy ride."She laughed again and said, "Good thing I haven't been on many planes, so the odds are probably low."As the plane reached cursing altitude our conversation. They even had remarkably almost the same personalities, which isweird as with the age difference they grew up essentially only children.Lisa and her husband Andrew had been away on vacation for the last twoweeks, enjoying sun and fun down in Belize, luck bastards! Craigcurrently lived about a hour away but usually traveled down to see herand his mom about every two weeks. It was later that day around 3pm thatCraig got a call from Andrew. He had heard from them four days ago thatthey got back. Here goes nothin’. ‘Janet?’ ‘Doctor?’ ‘Do you cook?’ ‘Like the Iron Chef.’ ‘Do you know a good recipe for beef stroganoff?’ Straight to her knees. So far so good. Down with my zipper. Nice. And out with Mr. Stiffy. Mmm. Taking him in her hand. Holding him like a small bird: loose enough so as not to crush, tight enough so he won’t fly away. Now she contemplates him, looks him right in his eye. Will she or won’t she? Oh yeah, she will. Oh god… Perfect technique… All tongue, no teeth, not a.