It was not the nicest thing by far, but Lisa had decided to splurge on the hotel and did not have much left in her budget for a nice car. As she threw...the towel and her purse into the passenger's seat, her iPhone tumbled out onto the pavement. "Shit," she murmured as she bent down to pick it up. Somewhere off in the distance, a guy wolf-whistled at her. She straightened quickly, phone in hand, but could not see which man did it. Lisa was almost used to it by now, though. Throughout middle. As the sun rose, the whole family made the trip to the airport. I hugged the girls, and kissed Sara like I was going to war. As I walked the ramp to the plane, I had a smile from ear to ear. Damn, how did a guy like me, manage to latch onto the greatest woman alive? They say you can’t go home. What? I was home, wasn’t I? This is where I grew up, but it had changed in the last twenty years. So metaphorically, I guess ‘they’ were right. This wasn’t home, Sara was my home. The first gathering of. She thought I was joking, but I told her I really wanted to know what being kicked in the balls felt like. So we went downstairs and I spread my legs open and tucked my hands in my jeans. She had soccer shoes on and told me she wanted to make it hurt and that she wasn't going to hold back. She smiled as she reared her foot back, my dick grew incredibly hard as I was throbbing in anticipation. She slammed her foot towards my defenseless balls, but she missed and hit my leg. It hurt and left a. On the plane, I was seated next to an older man, who was very talkative and friendly. I loved the compliments he gave me, and his constant gazes. He ordered cocktails for us, and we toasted to one thing or another, and had great fun. He made sure my glass was never empty. It was only a few drinks, and I didn't even finish the last one, I was feeling warm and woozy, which added to my building horniness. The belt of my coat had worked loose, causing it to part and hang open. Even with the tray.