I started to cry and he held me tight. He then found me a t-shirt of his and some sweat pants of his and told me to put them on which I did. I started...to reach for my panties but he said, No leave them off. And he guided me to dress without underwear of any kind. He kissed me and held me some more and I knew I was running out of time and was probably late for dinner. Then he asked me to do something that blew me away, Will you wait till morning before you take a shower?. . . Please. I love you. My thumb brushes over the tip, as you stop kissing me and watch. Looking into your eyes i bring my thumb up to my mouth and lick your precum off. You start to moan I grab your cock squeezing it as i raise my skirt... your hand cups my pussy. "Mmmmm you are so wet" you whisper in my ear. Your finger rubbing my pussy lips and clit thru my soaking panties. My breath catches as i rub my pussy against your hand. My hand squeezing you. You groan just as the flight attendant walked by."Are you. You're by no means the only one."That, at least, I could understand. Funerals hereabouts, I knew, were much more common than marriages or christenings. When Dorothy and I moved here in preparation for my retirement, the village had a population of under two thousand, and the figure has declined steadily. There used to be three public houses but now there are only two. There's a small general shop and a newsagent that also serves as a post office. The Church is served by a vicar who looks after. “Scared you, eh? Sorry.”I turned. He wasn’t bad looking. In fact, he was kind of hot. Thick shoulders and a trim waist. I was pretty sure the guys Scott hung out with played hockey, so it made sense that they’d be athletic. He had short dark hair and a smooth face and one of his eyebrows was marred by a scar, separating it into two.“You look… Damn. You look like I’m not the first one to find you. Bonnie, right?”“Yeah, Bonnie. Or Bunny,” I said with a shrug, backing away warily. I hadn’t been.