Pilots are playboys. And even I have always wanted to have sex on an airplane." Same here." My mouth moved before I could stop it. It was true since I...hit puberty the thought of having sex in a plane had been one of my fantasies. But saying it like that made it sound like a pick up line. A lame pick-up line at that."Oh really." There was a note of annoyance in her voice. I started to try and take the foot out of my mouth, but she glossed over by changing the subject saying, "Okay mister college. ”“Me, too,” Laurie added. “We don’t have to talk about it anymore, if it makes you feel bad.”“Hear, hear,” said Beth, wiping away a tear of her own.“NO! Girls! I LOVED your stories! Hell, I’m horny as hell right now!” They all smiled. “Stacey; finish telling us the rest.”“No, it’s not important, Beck,” Stacey said, holding her tight. “Yes, it is! Don’t you see what I’m talking about?” She sat up straight, breaking the hugs. “What you have with each of your dads is something special, y’know? And. As she moved seamlessly into her second song, an original tune about a beaten down school girl, Jack finally understood why he’d singled her out. She was a rocker, pure and simple, and like him, she belonged on the stage. Her voice shifted as she moved into a slow sexy melody that showed off her impressive range, and this time, Jack couldn’t help but think she was singing for him. She moved her hips now, grinding up against her guitarist, briefly sharing her mike with her bassist, a bald young. Lauren’s pussy was holding my cock in a loving embrace, and with each gentle thrust, I was becoming more excited, and getting closer to my own orgasm. I wanted to come, but even though Lauren had invited me to take my pleasure, I wanted to make her come again with my cock inside her. Her pussy was slick, wet and snug, working my cock to perfection, and I decided to pick up the pace a little, thrusting faster, going a little deeper. “That’s the way,” Lauren said, with a strain starting in.