Another car slowly pulled in. He ignored it, giving the menu another look. Maybe the chicken fried steak? He hadn't had that in awhile. If the gravy w...s good..."Just sit down wherever, I'll be with you in a moment." The waitress came over, setting his drink in front of him as a woman passed behind her. "Have you decided, Sir?" Chicken fried steak with mashed potatoes." I'll put that right in!" Her nose crinkled again, hand taking the menu. Mike's attention was drawn to the blue coated black. I did my make-up, pouty mouth accented by a hint of rouge and gloss, mascara, and a touch of blush to bring out the flush of my cheeks. Grabbing my purse, I was ready.In the car, they were playing Frank Sinatra. I listened, finger-snapping occasionally as I took the long drive to the airport. Pushing through the throng, I glanced at the paper in my purse, finding my way to the gate. Five minutes, and the plane was scheduled to arrive. It was early, though; I stayed in my seat facing the exit. In one swift move he slipped his cock – all of him – inside my waiting pussy, burying himself to the hilt and filling me at last. He made a couple of pumping movements, in and out, in and out, while I was pressed against the wall before he began to move. I don’t know if he knew the layout of my house, but I guess he didn’t care. We walked past the hallway where the cabinet was and he kept on going straight to where the living room was. He paused at the threshold to pump in me some more then. ” It was him. He was the guy I had masturbated with online. He was the guy I had dreamed about. He was the guy I thought I had fallen in love with. My own brother. I put my hands over my face and started sobbing. He reached out and touched my arm and said it would be OK. I couldn't help it, I had wanted this so much, I had wanted him to save me. He saw how upset I was and said, “Look Sue I reserved a room here for tonight, why don't we go up there so we can talk.” That made sense so I.