They should have turned me over to Homeland Security as a drug-smuggling terrorist. They should have dissected my shoes, bra and panties in search of ...xplosives. What an idiot, taking a joint through security. Still laughing, I poked the Down button for the elevator and waited with my right wrist clasped in my left hand as the lift came up from the lobby. * * * Chad was not at the desk. I felt both relief, and an unexpected letdown. I had been fantasizing how the encounter would go, imagining. Eventually one night, weeks after the make out session in the car, she went into their kitchen and made herself a rum and coke. Janet was wearing a black T shirt with some band on the front, journey perhaps and white sweat pants. I was in jeans and a white karate tournament T-shirt. I was on the couch watching Air Wolf or Night Rider, some dumb ass early 80’s show. She walked past and behind the couch and gave my T-shirt a little tug at the shoulder from behind, and looking back at her as she. “Frankie... Let me suck that big cock one more time... Let me suck it nice and dry for you...” She “asked” but the way she was grinning and already turning around towards him, it was clear there wasn't much choice in this discussion.“Shit... Right from out of your ass?? I'm not gonna stop you...” He says, sounding stunned at the unexpected offer as she moved already to kneel in front of him.Flashing a grin, she gets right to it, guiding his cock into her oral hole and not hesitating to once. Are you OK?"She mumbled an audible OK and moved close to me, pressing her body close,her left leg crossing my lower extremity, depressing my hard throbbingcock. If she were awake, there is no doubt that she could feel my hardcock pulsing against her left leg. We lay quietly for some time, I, tryingto assess the predicament, if it was a predicament, that I was in. Severalminutes passed, and our bodies, mutually began to react to our physicalcontact. My cock, in the movement, slipped lower to her.