I can’t say as much for myself. She was still petite and drop-dead gorgeous. However, there were a few grey hairs and lines on her face that hadn’... been there before. I guess two kids, an ex-husband and a career in banking will age people. Still, I couldn’t think of one other person I’d rather be stuck in an airport with than Melanie Nakamura. All of the seats were taken, mostly by couples or families. We found a corner near the window that was conveniently next to a power outlet. We plugged in. I hardly slept that evening for thinking about what was about to transpire (or so I hoped)! Fatima had borrowed a neighbors phone to text me; and we exchanged several messages. I felt strange doing that (a little bit of guilt crept in as we did); but, I was also excited about meeting this young married couple! I lied and told her that I was going to play football (soccer) with some friends the next day and that I wouldn't be working that day, when, in fact, I'd be with the young married couple. Her warm passion rippled about my dick. The ache at the tip of my cock swelled. The pressure boiled over in my balls.I erupted into my mother. I spurted blast after blast of my jizz into her cunt. I shuddered as the rapture slammed into my mind. Stars burst across my vision as my head swayed. It was so incredible to flood my mother's cunt with cum.“I'm breeding your slut-cunt, Mom!” I growled. “Yes!” she moaned, her curly, black hair tossing about her back and shoulders. Her pussy spasmed. "'K. Good luck. Love you." He kissed her on the cheek and scampered off."Sajel," said Christa quietly. "We only did what, if it was tomorrow, you'd have wished we'd done today."Sajel had no answer to that."You know who else needs to lighten up? You." Christa did not raise her voice. It wasn't necessary. "You're always so sure everything's going to be a disaster. When are you going to calm down and live for a change?"Sajel said nothing."Now, come on," said Christa. She took Sajel's elbow. "The.