No one else is awake. You have sent your crew to rest. The flight is near empty. Just you alone, and me laying before you.Your hand slides slowly over...my blanket, feeling the outline of my body, sliding slowly from my chest down to my toes.My breathing softly raises and lowers my covers as I sleep, and softly, almost gently you slip your hand underneath my blanket, underneath my shirt. You touch my flesh. You feel my chest. Your hand is on my heart and you feel the beating just inches from your. Does this woman know what she's DOING to me? I ask myself. As if in answer, I feel her hands reach behind her to grab myhips. She then pulls me tightly against her and moves her sweetass in a slow, grinding roll against my crotch. Any other stupid fucking questions? As I slide my hands around her waist, she turns in my arms. The spotlights come up on stage as she loops her arms around myneck and drags my face down to hers. My lips find her mouthopen. Her tongue like a hot, wet,. Lovingly restored, it was like stepping back in time. The large hand-carved oak doors with lead crystal glass from top to bottom and highly polished brass doorknobs were the teleportals to an earlier, elegant time. The foyer was furnished with beautifully restored period furniture. In the center of the foyer was an amazing crystal chandelier. The light reflecting in the prisms danced all around the room. The smells of country cooking pervaded. Their stomachs growled, reminding them both that. Anxious as she was to make new friends in town, she'd been an easy conquest. He'd enjoyed fucking her for hours and days on end, until she began to bore him.If asked, he couldn't have recalled exactly how the poor girl had taken their "break up." It wasn't something that particularly interested him.At the moment, he was on his way to visit one of his customers. He didn't sell a lot of cocaine and pot. Typically it was to either old friends, or to girls that he could bang in exchange for his.