In just a few brief hours, she'd be home.Despite the fact every passenger got a window seat, it was a boring flight. For the restless 14-year-old, it ...as bordering on torture.The flight got in at 7:00, just in time for a late dinner. The treatment must have been successful: she was hungry. The cabin door opened and a searing blast of heat invaded the formerly comfortable confines of the aircraft. Suddenly, being in the nude had a certain, infinitesimally small appeal to her.At the gate, she was. She was completely wet and I started rubbing her vagina and started masturbating her. She was arching her back with pleasure. And I was rubbing her pussy more vigorously. My finger was sliding into her pussy as it was so wet.i took my hand out taste my fingers filled with her juices and again put it inside and started rubbing and I was touching my dick in her ass from behind. I could easily feel how much she was enjoying as she was continuously biting her lips scratching my hand slowly. “You're more beautiful in person than any of your pictures,” he said with a warm smile as I moved next to him. He was easily eight or none inches taller than me and very good looking. “Thank you. You're very kind,” I said and slid into the booth opposite him. We ordered iced tea and talked about nothing in particular for several minutes and I began to relax. The longer we talked the more comfortable I became and the more I liked him. Either he was a fantastic liar or he had no qualms about. Her left hand remained firmly around Matt's cock, gently tugging, her eyes locked on the veiny, pulsing shaft and shiny head. Her focus was singular.After a moment, she tore her sparkling emerald eyes from the trembling mass and found Matt staring back at her. A lascivious smile parted her full lips. "I cannot tell you," she began, "how long I've been waiting for this." Her fist still pulling gently at his shaft, she again swiped her tongue across the squishy cap."Hmm?" he moaned in.