Knowing what I want, she opens my pants and takesmy cock in her mouth. Without thinking about it, I take her head in my handsand begin to move her mou...h up and down my throbbing shaft. Soon I stop moving her head up and down, pulling her off my cock. She resistsuntil I slap her lightly on the side of the head. She looks up to see the sternlook on my face. She knows I am going to punish her; it both makes her nervousand excited. I grab her shoulders and push them to the ground, leaving herass. ..but...you don't understand...someone was here and..."But Jack was already gone. He was now walking in the street, laughing out loud thinking about what he had just done to this bitchy milf. As soon as she had started talking to him, he had frozen time, just long enough to take off her clothes and put her in this embarassing position. Pranks like this had become a hobby of his over the past few years.Just like his latest victim, Jack didn't look like someone out of the ordinary. He looked. “Let me explain how things happened,” Liz said, shifting around until she could face me. I caught motion out of the corner of my eye and saw one of the stewards coming back. I held up a hand to stop Liz from speaking – and she actually stopped.“The pilot says we’re approaching some rough weather,” she said. “I’ll need you to resume your seats and buckle in.”“Can we buckle in back here?” I asked. It came out harsher than I intended.“That will be fine,” the young woman replied.Liz shifted to the. I slide a fingertip into the band, and close my eyes. I wish it was your fingertip. I wonder how it would feel for your cock to be slipping in, feeling the soft lace, and throbbing hot against my smooth skin. But it's not time for your cock just yet. Perhaps later...Fingers. Probing, teasing, wriggling down, past the lace band, they push down to the top of my closely-trimmed pussy, softly nudging the cleft where my slit starts.Wet. Already, my juices are spreading, and I feel the sticky nectar.