I was starting to worry.”“Hi Bart!” came the ebullient reply. She sounded relaxed and happy.“How are you? I assume you made it to Las Vegas. W...at are you doing?”“I'm fine. More than fine, I'm having the time of my life. Yes, I made to Vegas. Phil kept his promise. He dropped me off on the strip at the MGM Grand. That's where his delivery was. Of course, when I walked into the lobby with my backpack, they thought I was checking in. It took about fifteen minutes for me to get the guy at the front. Then he stopped me and reached down to give my cock a few strokes and I begin to leak precum I was so excited I just watched him as I thought about getting my mouth back on his cock.Once I got him to switch back and he was in my mouth again, my arousal continued to rise as I sucked on his cock. Grabbing my head again, Quandrell chuckled, "You like to have your face fucked don’t you?" Without waiting for an answer he started working his hips. Quandrell’s firm ways and assertive posture was. My pleasure exploded in the depths of my cunt. My pussy convulsed about her fingers, milking them like they were a dick. I shuddered and bucked between them. Stefani moaned about my nipple, sucking on it so hard, adding splashes of rapture to the ecstasy surging through my body.So much rapture rippled through my body. My eyes fluttered. I bucked and squirmed so hard as the rapture crashed through my body. All these amazing delights surged from my pussy. I groaned and whimpered. My eyes. Just what had happened, he wasn't sure. Something about a delay at one of the lay-over stops.The doors opened, and weary travelers emerged. Some looked dazed, others grumpy. Mostly, they looked glad to be home. She emerged at the end of the throng, as the last of the flight crew ushered everyone off with a wave and a plastic smile. "Bye-bye!"She was even lovelier than he had imagined, since the pictures they had exchanged never did her justice.They had "met" years earlier, in an internet chat.