. . a charge went through me when, caressing her tummy, the thumb of my hand briefly touched the bottom of her bra. "Becca. You're very pretty," I mur...ured, kissing her softly just below her dainty ear. She leaned back into me, her hand resting over mine, fingers slipping between mine as I felt her flat stomach . . . my thumb touched her bra again on each stroke. "Pretty ear studs. Are they white gold?" "Mm-hmm," she said with a smile. Her hand over mine wasn't stopping me or directing me,. “Faster,” she ordered and I increased my pace. She suddenly shuddered as I started to move even quicker and taking her hands from my back where she had been holding me closely pushed me off. I was startled as she stood and said, “over there,” and moved toward the rattan sofa. Bending over and holding the cushion she looked over her shoulder at me. I took the hint.I quickly moved behind her, grabbed her round, smooth ass, and inserting my cock inside her pussy, drove deep inside her soaking. By the time Warren appeared in the movie they had finished their second drink and Miss Marshal leaned over to his ear. “I really need to pee, but I don’t know if I can make it to the bathroom by myself, will you help me?”. “Sure” Jim replied as he began to imagine future scenarios in his head which didn’t help his bulge go away.Jim stood behind Miss Marshal and grabbed her by the waist holding and guiding her to the back of the plane and the awaiting bathroom. Leaning in to talk quietly on a. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said to everyone. ‘I don’t know what happens. They just seem to come out of nowhere.’ ‘And this started when those dreams began?’ Devon asked me. I nodded. ‘Yeah.’ ‘And every time this happens you feel the need to cut yourself?’ Dalton followed, trying to understand. I nodded, again. ‘Yeah.’ I glanced at Maranda and then back at him. ‘It seemed to be the only way to release the… the pressure. When I felt the pain, I was able to pull my mind away from the nightmare and focus on.