Skilled fingers coax their way under the front of my gown in a feathered route to my right breast, turning my nipples hard as push-pins, then descend ...o my inner thigh again and firmly ease it outward as if tugging on a wishbone. My loins flex furtively, seeking friction.Slap! The stinging palm swats again. It cups my curve and slithers to push the other thigh in the opposite direction until I'm splayed like a lascivious, prone Venus."You realize..." Slap! "...that your insubordinate. I normally don’t initiate conversations during travel as that’s my “me-time”; she started one by asking something about my headphones (Bose noise-cancelling).Thus, the conversation carried on and we ended up talking through the 4-hour flight and exchanged numbers at the end to stay in touch.We kept talking and every now and then, there was mild flirting and naughtiness with the unsaid desire to get intimate.It so happened that after a few months, I was to travel to her town for a project. I was. It was hers, he could tell from the shape of her bush. He recognized that body the way it was when much younger. That would have been nice except for the presence of an erection poised to penetrate her pussy in the first picture, that shaft buried between her pussy lips in the second, and a cum coated shaft, obviously just withdrawn, in the third photo. “That was my first lover and we went together almost a year.” She looked over and his willy was still wilted so she turned the page.On the next. Her velvety, wet, warmth engulfs me, pulling me into her. We moan into each others mouths as we slowly make love. After many minutes of slowly sliding against me Jenny begins to quicken the pace. Her breathing is more rapid and shallow. I roll so that she is under me and begin longer and faster strokes, pulling back until just the head of my cock is inside her before sliding back all the way in. I feel her start to tremble and her pussy is pulsing on my shaft. Each deep thrust is bringing my.