But they came in for a perfect landing and Rebecca barely felt the wheels touch down on the asphalt. When the plane had come to a stop at the terminal...building, she waited while Michael got the carry-on from the overhead bin. He held the line for her to get out then they proceeded to leave the plane and walk into the terminal building.Rebecca looked around in wide-eyed wonder at everything inside the Honolulu airport terminal. He took her by the hand and led her through the airport to where. We seemed to really connect, especially as the “yin and yang” that Asami corrected me as being a Chinese philosophy. We were very different, but in a way, very similar as well. Even Jirou seemed to think we were a matched set, albeit different in many ways.Alone in Jirou’s office in the morning, it was easy to take off my kimono, assume the ready position, and then close my mind.I think I need to describe something here. When I say, “close my mind,” what I mean is that I somehow tune out. But, he and she seemed to love it. Then, I got to repeat something I had only done once before (5 or so years before, which was to lie under her and lick her pussy as he fucked her as that is my biggest fetish.To lick her cunt and his cock as it thrust into her was great. This went on for quite a while until finally he came deep inside her pussy. He stayed in her and I watched as his cum pumped into her, me still licking them both. Eventually he softened and pulled out, she went to climb off of. Looking at her was fine, but listening to her rather spoiled the effect. Janet was used to getting her own way, and it showed. "Can we go somewhere private?" Sure," I said amiably, since that fit in well with my own plans, "Let's go behind the school."She seemed to consider it for a moment, then nodded. "Okay. But quick!" Since most people were in class -- Janet was probably supposed to be in class herself, and was cutting -- we managed to make it behind the school unobserved. It's a fairly.