She reached back with a tiny hand and began stroking my hard cock. I was busy squeezing her tits, rubbing her nipples between my forefinger and thumb....She sat up in bed, turning around to face me, then opened her sweet mouth to give me a passionate tongue kiss. She kept stroking my cock while we kissed, rubbing my balls with the gentle fingers of her left hand. She kissed my neck, my torso, nipples, down my belly. “Oh, I love your body…” she breathed in a sultry voice. Then she took my big,. He unzipped hisshorts and got his cock out, it was totally hard and bigger than mine,even on a good day I was only 6". I was softly biting my lower lip inanticipation of what was to come and one of my hands strayed up to mynipple to pinch it. I grabbed the remote and turned the sound up, hopingto hear what Tony was watching, but all I heard was him muttering underhis breath."Harder bitch."I still had no idea what he was watching, but my nipples were bothdemanding attention and I started. We were a little tired. We had some wild sex the night before in anticipation of our trip and then finally finished packing a little after midnight. We both planned to sleep on the plane for our late afternoon arrival. I woke to find Marti talking with the guy in the window seat. His name was Pete and he was about our age. He looked to be taller than I am, perhaps even six feet tall. He was generally a good-looking guy and well-groomed for sure. They seemed to be getting along well. When I woke. ‘OF COURSE IT’S YOU. I KNOW IT’S YOU. THERE’S NO-BODY ELSE ON THE FUCKING ISLAND,’ she yelled. ‘BUT WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO COME PEEKING IN MY WINDOW.’ Personally, I thought she was over-reacting. Maybe a change of subject would help to defuse the situation. ‘Why are you dressed like that?’ I asked, remember that a person’s favourite subject is themself. ‘MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS!’ she shrieked, thus dashing any thoughts I may have had to parlay my diplomatic skills into a job with.