” She stayed behind, seated instead. This blonde would not move or stand up. I began to think she was not getting on this flight, and, of course, I ...ould never see her again. This would be my last chance to peer at her beautiful bubble ass again (this is something normal for a male to observe, scrutinising a woman carefully, up and down, especially if we are at a public place). I said aloud to a fellow guy sitting next to me,“That girl over there has got some large-ass booty!” He just nodded,. ‘So do you live far from here?’ ‘About ten minutes away. I just moved here from Houston about a month ago.’ ‘Wow Houston? You moved from hot, humid and beautiful Houston to cold, wet, and dreary Detroit?’ I laughed a little and saw him smile. ‘Well its more of a job thing. My wife and I moved up here because her job transfer here.’ My smile melted when he said that he was taken. Thats when I noticed the ring on his finger. ‘I didnt want to move, because thats where all my f****y and job. Then she told me to get back up and kiss her. We mixed our juices with our tongue and lips, and had a great french kissing session. I could feel myself getting hard again, and my cock was against Alicia’s cunt.“Bill, it feels good, but I can’t let you fuck me tonight. This is my fertile period, and I am sure you would knock me up.” “Baby, I’ll do whatever you want,” and began to kiss her again. I was convinced I was going to get her to fuck me, and it would be all her idea.I rolled onto. There was a low hum of melancholy coming from somewhere around his chest, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. A snapshot of an unsettling memory flickered across his eyes as his mind drifted back to the sex last night. He’d closed his eyes momentarily, forgetting where he was as he bathed in the pleasure of Miss Weston’s tongue, only to wake up confused, aching for something he wasn’t getting. Miss Weston was an accomplished woman in many ways – she played the piano like a virtuoso,.