As my pussy was already wet, it was not difficult for him to move his finger on it. It was getting wet and wet by his movement of fingers on it.Once a...ain, we were loving each other by our sexy activities but this time in the air and that is too when other peoples are around, sleeping on their seats. Now his cock was half in my mouth and I was giving him a perfect blow job like an expert and his hand is also busy to give me a good hand job and an expert was masturbating me by moving his fingers. I was overwhelmed with how he had treated me. All I could do was lay down on top of him, kissing him, and pressing my naked body into him.We continued this way for several minutes. While kissing him, Steve ran his hands all over my body softly. I could feel the love in his touch. He rubbed my back and then down to my ass cheeks and squeezed them. He then ran his hand to the front and touched my vagina. He ran a finger through the slit of my mound. He then stuck a finger into me. It felt. I felt a little ashamed of myself for having such a reaction to her, and guilty too. I told myself it was simply a physical reaction, probably a conditioned response. As nonchalantly as I could manage it, I adjusted my hard on in my slacks. One minute sitting in front of me, and she already had me playing pocket pool in my trousers. As I was washing my face and hands in the sink, I tried to think about all the bad things about Brenda. That helped, and I was feeling a little better when Richard. ’ I hung up. I walked to the open kitchen door and said, ‘I need a moment.’ All the movement and talking in the kitchen stopped. ‘Brad just called. Emily left him and they’re getting divorced. He’s been alone for months and I invited him for dinner. Not because what he did is forgivable, because he’s my brother and he’s hurting. Can we make room for him?’ ‘As you wish…’ Elizabeth said, in unison. I thanked them and went to tell Phil and Mike. Mike didn’t know much of the story so we explained.