His left arm was under her, in the gap between the arm of the couch and the base of her neck. His right hand came to flick the left half of her blouse...back.His left arm pulled her up for another kiss and his right hand slid under the cloth of the blouse to stroke her back. He let her back down after what seemed like five minutes.She used front-catch bras, because her breasts were so large that it was too hard to pull straps together behind her back. His fingers went to the catch and drifted. But I grabbed my carry on and followed him back through this door. He kept taking me further and further away from the rest of the passengers until I swear we had walked to Kandahar. Finally, he opens this door and waves me in and there is Sir looking all smug. “So I thought you deserved a chance to earn a first class seat on the DFS flight slut, you think your up for that?” “I think I can do that Sir” I was feeling cocky and dropped my bag and got on my knees in front of him. “Oh no bitch. ”He looks at me and says “It sure is. I can’t remember when October has been this nice.”I chuckled, “We deserve it.”“I agree.”I have finished peeing and I push and pull my foreskin back and forth over the glans and stroke my shaft to get all the piss out of my cock. I am naturally right handed but using my left hand in this case seems to do the job just as well. Practice, practice, practice.He is done peeing too and squeezes his cock, ejecting the last drops.He looks over and says, “That looks. "That's...IT?" Bonita said, staring down into my face after I exploded."Uumm, sorry!" I said, feeling frustrated with myself. I could see, and hear her disappointment with me, and I wished I could have lasted at least a little longer than I had! But I hadn't!My friend up front tossed us a roll of toilet paper he'd obviously brought along to doing the necessary clean up. As he tossed it over to us, he said: "Don't get any of that stuff on the seat, okay? This is mom's car!"By then, it was too.