"I'm so sorry, really, I just wanted to watch the baggage cars roam around. Here, I'll get out and let you in", she said, or maybe something like that... She was speaking so quickly that I had to fill in the blanks."No, no it's cool, I like the isle more anyway. I like the leg room", I lied as I put my backpack into the overhead compartment and fit myself the best I could into the cramped seat. She thanked me and went back to looking out the window.The flight attendants began their robotic spiel. Shut in their houses, but doing as usual.Rachel stood on the roof of her apartment condo drinking her cup of tea, watching the world around her. The world’s silence was good. No cars, planes or people screaming over the windows. Life was good. Her loving fiancée was behind her with their friends playing some table top game she couldn’t understand. God did she try. But she couldn’t. It looked way fun. But, her soon to be husband was always taking his games a little bit too far.Sam sat on his. They way they reacted towards one another had a playful, energetic quality; and seeing this had made Robert feel that curiously 'pleasurable ache' (as he'd taken to calling it). It was directly related to the realization that, for whatever reason, he was not lucky when it came to attracting women! There was no resentment towards the black guy for having attracted his pretty white girlfriend (or possibly wife). No. He didn't resent either of them; though he did feel something like wistfulness;. Vlad forced her face down onto the table and pulled her panties down to her knees. Freeing his 10 inch cock he thrust it into Rachel's burning pussy. Rachel suddenly looked up with her jaw wide open and her eyebrows raised. Suddenly everyone began to cheer them on applauding them as Vlad ravaged Rachel's fuck hole. Vlad grabbed her hips and began to pull Rachel to him as he thrust inside her. Rachel was slamming her fist into the table and as she screamed in ecstasy. "Oh fuck yea master, that's.