After that, it would become increasingly more difficult to get the 'mandatory' couplings out of the way.In the beginning, the hotel staff would see it...as the occasional, periodic excitement of young lovers, honey-mooners simply taking a few naughty little risks and would pass it off as such. But in time, with word getting around, and more and more reports eventually filtering in, the hotel staff would eventually surmise that something else entirely was going on. Which was another reason that. ”“Come on, let me see if I can have some more success,” I told the kid.Once they caught their breath and stood up, I saw that it was a petite teenager, all of whom have to be eighteen or older to work the park. She was in excellent physical shape, though. The run had worn her down, which told me it was toward the back of the park where the kid was melting down.I turned to the woman and said, “Get on my back and hold on. You won’t slow me down, and we need to get there fast. I don’t know where. ”“Well, yeah, but…”“C’mon. You’re one of my best friends! Better to have someone like you over than a complete stranger.”Josh smiles, happy that Michael considers him as one of his best friends.“Alright, then. We’ll make plans once we touch down at JFK.”“Cool. Looking forward to it.”Aside from that conversation, the flight was uneventful. Michael was watching something on the screen in front of him as Josh tried to get some sleep. Suddenly, a sharp jolt caused the entire aircraft to shudder.. I spread wide for her, and kissed her deeply, sharing saliva with my mother as her fingers slid into the wetness of my pussy.Remember, this was when my mom was maybe 31. She was young, and tight and gorgeous and sharing sex with her was everything I wanted and craved. We fucked in more ways than I knew possible that night. We used fingers, tongues, toes, a dildo. The dildo was amazing, my mom used it first and I slid it in and out of her as I ran my tongue over her body. But then, she took it.