She reached down and took hold of his cock, guiding it up into her vagina. Here he was again, he thought in less than two months, becoming a member of...the six-mile high club for the second time. When he told Tomiko that she was now a member, she wasn’t really thrilled, stating she didn’t care where they were, as long as they were together, making love. She moved on top of him like a cat, slowly building to her climax. “If you want me to Michael, I’ll suck you.”Suddenly she began to cum, her. She doesn't mind when I squeeze her hand as they re-do my stitches, and she hugs me gingerly when they leave us alone for a moment.But I wish they wouldn't leave us alone. She's looking at me with pity, and there's that look, that I-don't-understand look again. "Sam, why won't you tell me what's going on?"Even sad she's beautiful. But I can't tell her that, so I sigh and run a hand through my hair, looking away from her."Nothing. I'm fine." And usually I'm good at lying.But I can't lie to her. “How long have you been fucking that bastard?”His rigid member swung stiffly from side to side. I could hardly hear what he was saying. I just couldn’t believe my eyes!“Best man! Bastard showed me who the best man was. Get out of that dress you’re not fit to be in white. Tart!”I fumbled with the pearl buttons high behind my neck and eventually the dress ended in a white heap around my feet. But my eyes never left the darkening head which was now fully exposed, freed from his foreskin.“I suppose. A cyclist, I still somewhat idly noticed. As he came into full view I became aware of the very snug cycling shorts he was wearing (the guy who invented lycra deserves a Nobel prize). They showed off his very athletic figure very nicely indeed. As he drew level with me my eyes were drawn to his arse, which seemed to be trying to devour his shorts. I briefly imagined burying my face between those glorious cheeks, when he turned round and caught my glance. I knew instantly he knew I'd been.