.no sound from her.....not one moan.....not one whimper.....not a smile....not a gasp.....it was ......sexy. She took it like a trained professional. ...hen......I saw her mouth open......she mouthed the words "I'm Cumming"...that was it. Then without warning her hips bucked. She closed her eyes and her open pussy squirted all over him and cock that was still pumping her wet sloppy asshole. Her pussy squirted with every thrust of his cock into her asshole.....and when she was done squirting he. The food gave me little encouragement as to how well I'd be eating for the next few days, but then I guessed that there aren't many airlines where the food on board is a great advert for the national cuisine. I settled down to try to doze.We touched down (I use the expression loosely) at Kolin, the Kushtian capital's airport. I was grateful to get off the plane, though given the decrepit nature of the airport buildings, I felt I might have been safer in the air. A charmless Kushtian immigration. My father looked at my mom. "Are you sure you don't want me to stop?" She lowered her self completely over my shaft, and began squeezing my dick with her strong pussy muscles, "No, no, don't stop, I want you to keep going. I'm good for the next half hour or so. What about you Mike, are you good for the next half hour?" "Yea mom, I think I’ll can keep it up that long" OK, I’ll drive for another half hour or so, my father said. I took her hands and placet her right hand on the foldable armrest. He was planning to grab the clothes he would need for the day. It was getting to be more and more of a chore to have to march up the stairs every morning looking for a suit. It was harder and harder. Maybe the fire in his belly was not burning as brightly as it once did. It was the fire of anger and betrayal. It had empowered him before. It made no task too great, no action too repetitious that he wouldn't easily perform it, if it meant avoiding her. Now it was not so constant. And that way she.