Legs crossed at the knee. This is nice... But nice is not quite what She is in the mood for. She smiles to herself. And purrs. She pushs just a little...more firmly back and down. She feels me begin to stir, harden. She purrs a little louder.She is pleased and relieved. She was fully expecting me to say I had to get up.Another squeeze of the thighs: this time not quite so gentle. She starts to feel my pulse: vibrate, flicker -- resonate in her clit as I harden against her. Each beat bringing us –. Bathroom. And we have a bit over a thousand nautical miles, straight line, to Auburn.I am in the United States and thank heaven, filing a flight plan here is a piece of cake. I ask for direct, GPS course, flight level two forty. And I get it.Just get in the air and get home. I’ve been to wonderful places and met good people all along the way but I’m still a little Alabama girl at heart and I wanna be home.We’re out of Bangor International, climbing on course, basically southwest, and home’s. I stopped abruptly when I realised where I was headed. My bed for the night was to be at Rob Crawshay’s lodgings in Haymarket. I retraced my steps to Whitehall, and then walked towards Charing Cross, my route taking me past Scotland Yard and Horse Guards, although I refrained from visiting either as I was tired after my travels, and since it was past four of a Saturday afternoon no one would be at either venue.Rob welcomed me warmly on my arrival at his lodgings.“You look much better than when. Now with Paco holding me and me more or less in hislap, his right hand has been free to explore my body. Back at theroadhouse, he had just fingered the opening and it gave me a sensationthat was actually sort of sensual if I hadn't been so gripped by fear.Now he has brought his hand inside my panties and is again fingering theopening and now that I am a little more relaxed it is more sensual andmore erotic.He works around the opening and then slips his finger in and finds thevery sensitive tip.