I managed to get Amanda into her nightshirt, trim and proper but she decided that this was the appropriate moment to pick up her discarded clothes. Sh... flopped forward hips still in the air losing her balance falling right back into me. Amanda’s rump landing right against my upper thigh where you know who was hardening up. My kakis were the only thing that separated her pussy from my cock as she seemed oblivious, picking up her garments. I could hardly take it, now my co-pilot was rubbing her. It is very hard to wait. My cock is swelling and shrinking, swelling and shrinking. I want her so bad it is hard to think...talk. But I try. I tell her how good she looks to me (if I told her I was ready to drop before her and kiss her feet, she would probably freak out). I start driving. My windows are tinted, so even though there are drivers around, I know they can't see...quite. I ask her to undue her pants. She rolls her eyes a little, but she complys, knowing how much it means to me. I am. It is a long flight to Boston from San Francisco. I've tried the red eye. I've tried early flights and late flights and all sorts of other flights. It gets bumpy over the Rockies and cloudy east of the Mississippi. You see Reno, Salt Lake City, Denver, Chicago and more. They serve two bad meals, play a movie — sometimes two, and give the guy in the seat next to me one drink too many — it's a good flight when he just goes to sleep.However, when you make the flight sandwiched between Lisa and. ‘It feels very good!’ She giggled and thought of the many times that she and Ken had danced the same exact way. ‘If you got the right guy doing it with you, it’s very fun,’ she said to Leona and gave Ken a pat on his giant, meaty leg. Dave made his way through all of the people and to the bar. ‘Four beers please,’ he said with a big smile as he looked over Calie Smith behind the bar. He had always liked her, but she had been seeing a guy and Dave made it a point to never date a girl that was.