It seems like the days pass by slower than molasses. When Saturday comes, I'm more nervous than a teenager is on her first date. I wonder if you are j...st as jittery. In the back of my mind I still wonder if you're a phony, just looking for a one-night stand.Around three I search for that one perfect outfit that shows I have class, am a vivacious woman, but not too provocative. I choose my sexiest lingerie, a mint green pantsuit, along with a floral blouse and matching heels. I then coordinate. “Hey relax, I’m sure it’s all a big mistake, you probably meant to get into Clooney’s or Pitt’s trailer instead of mine.” His smile makes me relax a bit on to tense up once more as he takes me by the elbow guiding me up the steps of his trailer. As I cross the threshold “Damn nice!” turning to see what he’s looking at, finding him staring up at me a huge smile on his face and in his eyes. Oh my god he’s checking me out!“Hey like usual Jerry never introduced us I”m…!”‘You’re Grayson Cartier. It means I’ll finally be able to escape this tin box I’ve been trapped in for over two hours. The man saw me looking at him. He tapped me on my shoulder. ‘Listen man, I hate landings!’ he confessed. I reached over and took his hand. He looked relieved. ‘It’s gonna be fine!’ I assured him. The plane touched the runway with a bump. As the engines roared to slow the plane he held onto hand for dear life. Seconds later he relaxed. Turns out his name was Tommy and he was on his way back to college. She closed her eyes and sighed as her erect clitoris and excited vaginal opening was telling her things she didn't want to know.Prince lifted his head away from Sara's shoulder and she tried to stop its downward movement. His nose sniffed around her aroused nipples. A loud hiss escaped her lips when she felt the dog's warm, wet, smooth tongue wrap around her right breast and slip deliciously up and over it, where it found her erect nipple. It swirled around it, pushing the tingling, rubbery tip.