Our flight was a one stop flight, stopping in Atlanta. Again, everything was perfect as we were airborne on the second and final leg of our trip."Are ...ou excited about our trip?" I asked Stacey."I am so thrilled, where are we staying?" she asked."I found a perfect, all-inclusive resort on the beach," I answered sheepishly."OK, I'm sure it will be perfect,"Stacey said as she nuzzled her head into my shoulder.I couldn't resist slipping my hand under her shirt and discretely massaging her tit.. I was to marry next week." Marry one of them," I snorted. "I don't believe it. You?" Oh yes. He's very rich and can't help being crude at times. It's the style, you know, the fashion." No, afraid not. My mother taught me to be polite to women." Did she," she said, cocking her head, "and did she teach you to ask before you acted?" The one that sat here," I said, "he was pawing you most rudely. Is he the one you were to marry?"She smiled. "No. He is an ass, a buffoon and a drunk. The other one,. "Tell me?" Well, I've noticed you haven't called me your god-in-training lately. Melanie, the powers are growing exponentially! When would you consider I've achieved my Bachelor's of god-dom?" Yeah, pretty soon. An awesome responsibility Eric, to have a Bachelor's of god-dom." Exactly! I worry about the Superman syndrome. How did Superman ever find the time to chat with Lois Lane? With so much injustice in the world, shouldn't he be on call 24/7 saving people. Is that what I should be doing? My. I had read the email probably about four times now and yet the impact never lessened. My longing to have this mysterious man’s hard cock in my mouth grew and grew. To have him empty his cum down my throat and leave without caring seemed an amazing idea. As it reached half past three, I decided I would go. But I would not be pushed around and made a slut; that I was sure of. It was too late to go now and yet my brain was riddled with doubt, an unusual fear of this man. I wondered why he wanted.