Her eyes closing. Once more. She had drunk far too much, but that was going to help Stuart. He drove to an old wooded area, bringing the car to a slow...stop, so as not to waken his passenger, and then took the syringe from the glove box, turning in his seat to face her.She made no move, her eyes still closed, hear breathing steady. He doubted she even felt the needle enter her arm, as Stuart pumped the drug into her. ?Now you are mine, bitch? Stuart spat the words out. As he restarted the car. I licked her, slowly gaining intensity, as she rocked her hips and moaned, louder and louder, then I went hard after her clit. She cried, "Ahhhhh" and humped hard against my face, as her orgasm overtook her. I let off her and lifted my head as she convulsed up and down.As she came to rest, I moved up and put my cock head against her cunt lips. Marsha grabbed my hips and pulled, urging me to enter her. She was very wet, and I just slowly slid into her until I was mostly buried. One or two. She ran ahead of both of us as we carried some of the creature comforts to be enjoyed as we indulged. Her youth and vitality, her eagerness unnerved my husband, don't get me wrong he wanted her as much as she thought she wanted him, but there was a fear, a deep seated feeling that was unnerving him, 'What if', and a big, 'If', but I reassured him, having been there before myself all those years back, 'Trust me darling, she will keep it to herself', I reassured him.She was already in the water. Please bring the package from my attorney. It should be there by Thursday afternoon. I need it for my business meeting this weekend. Just bring an overnight bag, you will be returning on Saturday.Joe I sat there puzzled, 'What the hell was the mile high club?' I turned on my computer and did a web search - thank god for the Internet and Yahoo - and discovered what it meant.'Joe, what are you trying to do to me?' I couldn't think of anything else for the rest of the day. I packed my overnight.