I raised my empty shot glass and she quickly halted the toast, telling me I couldn’t toast with an empty shot glass. I told her that two was my limi.... She chided me for being a “pansy”.“Come on,” she declared, “The funeral is over and it’s time to party!”I closed my eyes and shook my head back and forth. Joan, however, was not going to let me go that easy.“Come on,” she pleaded. “My grandmother would not want us mourning. If she were alive, she’d be partying with us.”Joan downed her shot glass. Not to be outdone the captain decided this would be a great time to do a barrel roll, something he had always wanted to do with a full load of passengers. As luck would have it, the benighted stew made another pass from the rear of the cabin to first class, all at roughly ten feet, still insisting that everything was under control. Roughly two hours later and they did mean "rough" their flight ended with a sickening thud as the plane pancaked and had to be towed to the terminal. Needless to say. With my other hand I moved her dark hair away from her cheek, picking away strands that were stuck by spit to her face, and then I leaned over to watch. It is endlessly delightful and fascinating to watch your own penis go in then out of another person’s face. The veiny shaft covered and revealed, covered then revealed, the way her lips pull down, almost fighting to stay in place, pulled away from the face with suction. I could feel her tongue pushing hard circles around the head of my penis.. But I'm pretty sure you can take it.” “Oh, my god, yes,” Andrea moaned as the as the clamps bit into her nipples. “You’re doing fine, baby girl.” “Yes,” Andrea purred, warmed by the beautiful stinging sensation. Mark massaged her swollen clit, then attached the third clamp. Andrea stifled a scream as the cold metal pinched her clit. Mark positioned himself between her legs and poked his warm, wet tongue deep in her pussy, the mixed sensations of pain and pleasure arousing Andrea to the max..