She just asked me to use a condom which I would have wanted to do anyway on principle and they had evidently prepared for this as they had one handy (...o did I but I didn't need to produce mine).It's funny how despite the intimacy, their good manners as hosts prompted them to offer me the "first go". M and I did a kind of "after you", "no after you" performance and S then more or less ordered me to get on with it! She was obviously so sexed up that she was longing to be stuffed full of cock. I. I doubt I will ever grant you the last favour; rarely have I done so with a mortal, a male one, that is. So this is as close as you are ever likely to get. Relax and enjoy it during our brief journey.” And with those words, Thompson was aware that they were moving at great speed. He understood her admonition not to let go, for he knew instinctively that if he did so, he would be gone. Not dead, perhaps, but maybe something worse, lost in an infinite limbo forever. And so he held on literally. On screen, Boris puffed, "You like? You must... be the... real woman... now! The bull rises... and you must... take... his charge..." Boris was losing it -- it had been years since he'd let himself go fully with a woman -- even whores, whom he considered unworthy of his seed, usually got it, but not the full release of his inner tension that went with it. That, he held back -- they didn't deserve it, and he didn't trust them; besides the power of his full release might cause them fear or. As such, Dave and Maddie got to enjoy their flight from the comfort of first class. Dave had, of course, protested, but by that time, the tickets had already been switched in the system and nothing could be done."Dave, this is amazing!" Maddie whispered, interrupting Dave's recollections of the events of the day."Sure is," he grinned. "I've never flown first class before!" Champagne, sir?" a passing flight attendant asked."Well… only if it's on the house," Dave replied."Of course, it's.