“The key is to get your mind off the flying and onto something else.”“Have anything in mind?”“Nothing too imparticular,” I said glancing d...wn at her impressive breasts once again.“Oh that’s not true,” she replied, “You must have something you do to take your mind off of flying. Now what is it?”“I really shouldn’t say. It’s not really for polite conversation. Some might be offended.” The conversation fell silent for a moment as we both heard the ding of the ‘fasten seatbelts’ sign followed by. "Take me home, Joe, to your home. I got tonight's outfit there thank god. I don't want to be anywhere near that bitch." I have to ask," said Joe nestling with Marta fully clothed in his bed. She had pulled out her cell phone and listened to messages. It took awhile."Just a couple minutes. Shit! Shit!" What?" Just a second." She rolled off the bed and sat at the dining table. "Harry? You said he had plans this weekend! Damnit! I know. Sorry. It'll be just me. Just me. Angelique's ... you know.. Her head is now rolling from side to side, a barely audible “no” being repeated over and over again, her eyes almost closed as she tries to stop her body responding to its rubber invader. I flick the switch to position 3, full power. She lets out a cry “AAAAAGGGGHHHH” by now her whole body feels the vibrations, from her toes, up her long legs, through her pussy and ass, her cervix and womb, up her spine to her brain, a brain that she is trying with all her being to tell not to respond, she is. “I’m happy to have you fuck me again Master, please pound me harder” then my dad began to pound my ass hard and fast making me moan as the sound of slapping echoed throughout the room but what we didn’t know until I found out two days from now, that my mom came home through back door but she didn’t say anything when she saw us fucking “I’m close to cumming Master please let me cum” “Oh yes Monica you can cum because I'm going to cum soon” then my dad picked up the pace and I could fill his cock.