As distracted as I was I hadn't noticed her return and was slightly startled when she tapped on my shoulder. "Oh, sorry, I was spacing out there," I s...id as I stood. She returned another knowing "uh-huh" and brushed past me into the row, her hip and hand grazing the boner in my pants. She didn't seem to notice and sat quietly in her seat, she produced a book from her carry on and we were quiet for the rest of the flight. It was just after ten o'clock when we landed in Detriot. Once on the. Making her way back to the bedroom, she was relieved to hear Anderson snoring as she quietly opened her overnight case, pulling out clean underwear, a white fitted blouse and a pair of dark skinny jeans along with her white Converse All Stars trainers. Quickly she dressed, spraying on a thin layer of perfume before going into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. Flicking on the kettle, Farida wondered what Anderson had in store for the rest of the day and then realised there was no point thinking. Then he slipped his arm down onto my shoulders. I knew that he was going to make his move on me. I knew that I should resist him, but when he pulled me towards him and our lips met, I knew that I couldn’t refuse him. We kissed passionately with our tongues intertwined, and when he dropped his hand to rub my big breasts, I gave into my wanton desires.I broke the kiss, and without saying a word, stood up and took his hand to lead him to my bed. I felt like I was in high school again as he pulled. Don't stick your dick in crazy, right? I unintentionally giggle at the thought. He turns some more. Smart guy. A little too smart, now that I look at his shoes. Church girls aren't supposed to have gaydar, but if we did..."What are you still doing over here?" Miranda nearly falls into me, saving herself with a well-placed hand on my shoulder."Waiting for my drink." You don't wait for drinks. You wait for a man to buy a drink for you." She enunciates slowly, waving her arm towards the crowd when.