I’d made sure he got the window seat, and he was fascinated looking out at the dwindling landscape below.Until we got into the cloud layer and above... anyhow. That made him a little nervous. Not that he said so, but at that juncture he suddenly decided to start telling me all about how airplanes stay up and I kind of got the feeling it was more to reassure himself than inform me.“Wings are shaped to push more air below them than above when airplane moves,” he said. “Air below pushes up, and less. It's been a over an hour and I haven't gotten any answer to my ad yet so I am probably safe. I probably shouldn't have posted it and I went in and removed it a little later so it probably... Wait! There is a knock at my door.I get up and look through the peep hole. There is a guy standing outside my door. I hear him say, "Hey there sweetie. Open the door." OMG I don't know what has gotten into me. Maybe it's the wine. I can't seem to help myself as I open the door and there I am in my. "Here we are, home sweet home."He guided her up the front stoop of a decaying brownstone tenement building.By the time they reached the top floor he was panting with the weight of her suitcase. He grinned at her."What've you got in here, gold bars?" I *wish,"* she twinkled.As he opened the door and stepped aside to let her enter, he had a sudden view of the place through her eyes. When Jack had answered the ad for a studio apartment he thought it was an artist's studio. It turned out. " I moan and I let my head fall back as I ride his cock. His hands move to my hips and he moves them at a faster pace. "I'm gonna cum again." I moan as I feel another orgasm start to roll through my body. He reaches down starts rubbing my clit, sending me over the edge. I cry out and collapse against his chest. He lifts me off him and lays me down on the truck bed. He holds himself over me with his hands, on the truck bed on each side of my head. He thrusts his cock back into my pussy, sliding.