"She looked surprised to see me and said, "yes I remember, I hope Mr. Stevens, the manager, was able to explain that it is the presidents plane and no... to be used by anyone else." Who exactly told you this?" I asked her."Well, I don't think anyone really told me that but when I asked about the Lear jet just sitting there I was told it was a presidential plane and was only for special occasions," she stammered."Well let me introduce myself, I am John McDonald and this is my wife Shannon. Her panties were black with lace around the edges. She laid on her back with me next to her on my side and started making out again. I only had one free hand. As much as I wanted to play with those perfect tits, I had to get my hand back on her cock. I started at her flat stomach and slowly slid my hand down and under the waist line of her panties. I didn't stop until my finger tips reached the tip of her dick. I massaged it a little before pulling it from it's tucked away position until it was. It was like a judge delivering a death sentence. I had what I wanted but now I only felt worse. All I could think about was how I was taking away her dream. She had been telling me about her boyfriend for months. I had listened eagerly about how wonderful he was and I had wished I’d meet someone like him someday. Now I had. Why didn’t I feel good about that? ‘Are you giving up?’ I asked Patrice. ‘I don’t think that’s what I’m doing. I think it’s already over. I want the best for Tim. If I can’t. You think I bad girl so you show me your thing?” I told her “No, I wanted to show you how much you excite me.” As I grabbed my cock and waved it around a bit. “Now, can’t you help a poor guy out?”With that she smiled wide and moved down towards my waist. “Hmmm, it is nice and straight. It bigger than before. It get bigger, yes?” I quickly replied, “YES! If you put your hand around it and stroke it then it will get even bigger and harder” She told me that was something i*****l and that she.