As I got up to thirteen, he clenched as if to spurt right there and then. I slowed right down and he let out a muffled cry. We passed fifteen, his pen...s now solid as an iron rod, balls beginning to push his male juices up into his shaft. I slowed down my counting as the flow of precum quickened."Please! I need to... cum," he panted. "Eighteen". He gasped, closer to the edge than he had ever been before. I could sense the waves of euphoria beginning to descend. "Nineteen... hold it," I. She belonged to him from the top of her blonde head to the elastic on her bikini panties, then down to the soles of her dainty feet. On rare occasions she allowed his middle finger to intrude into her holy grotto, but that was that no matter how he whined or pleaded for more. After the first month she dutifully sucked his cock whenever it was appropriate, but refused for many months afterward to swallow any of the ejaculate that inevitably followed. That ended on his birthday which was. “I’m a really nervous passenger,” she said.“The key is to get your mind off the flying and onto something else.”“Have anything in mind?”“Nothing too imparticular,” I said glancing down at her impressive breasts once again.“Oh that’s not true,” she replied, “You must have something you do to take your mind off of flying. Now what is it?”“I really shouldn’t say. It’s not really for polite conversation. Some might be offended.” The conversation fell silent for a moment as we both heard the ding. I was serious that I don’t know if I ever operated a lift. So, before you do anything else, I need to tell you some things about me.” I took a deep breath and continued. “Terry is not my name as far as I know. I don’t know who I am.”“What?”“I woke up in a hospital a few months ago and didn’t know who I was. I freaked out and snuck out of the hospital. I was on the streets for a few weeks until I found the church. Father Mulcahey had me work for a few months at the church, I think he was.