As one of the last people onto the flight, I was informed that there was no longer any room in the overhead compartments for my bag, so it would have ...o be checked. Luckily, even with two changes in flights, times, and one change in intermediate flight stops, my bag was one of the first off the carousel at my home destination. With my bag in hand, I pulled out my cell phone and called my girlfriend who was waiting just a couple blocks down the street to pick me up and head home. A few short. She grabbed me and pulled me up reaching for my face and our lips locked, making out on the couch while I rub my cock on her pussy through my shorts. Her moans began to get louder as I put more pressure against her. We stood up and decided to get away from the front door in case our parents came home. Now in the bathroom we start to take each others clothes off kissing each others bodies as every piece of clothing flew across the floor. I pull her closely to me as she grasps my dick making it. . she hadn't even had time to put on a bra.As she drove her mini-van from the house to the gym, she admitted to herself that not wearing a bra wasn't so bad. The inside of the sweatshirt was soft and fuzzy; it tickled her nipples and made them stand at attention. And her shorts were loose enough that she could let her fingers sneak up her legs and touch herself while she waited at an extra-long traffic light.As she looked down at the two college age boys in the car next to her she wondered if. For us to travel together is probably a lot better than if you and I went together,” she said.That reason had never occurred to Jerry. Thinking about it, it did make a certain amount of sense for a husband and wife to travel together. He grunted, “You’re probably right. Besides, he knows that I’m getting married and setting up house with Jenny.”“That’s a good reason, too,” said Karen with a smile.Jerry looked down at his watch and realized that he had a few minutes to kill before he was.