I felt a lump in my throat as I remembered the words:How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul ...an reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of Being and ideal Grace.I love thee to the level of everyday'sMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.I love thee with a passion put to useIn my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.I love thee with a. I knelt before this cock and worked both my hands on it I was worshipping every inch, hands were still touching me all over but still no-one touched my cock. A hand grabbed my hair and I was sprayed with hot cum over my face, I opened my mouth so as to catch some I savoured the thick savoury taste on my tongue before swallowing, my face was then licked clean by those touching me, there was still a firm grip on my hair as my hands still rubbed that beautiful cock, then without any warning I. Finally I obliged and started by cupping his balls, giving a gentle squeeze and the trailing my hand up his sizable shaft. (The old wives tale is true, his dick size matched his hand size.) It was his turn to moan, and that he did, while pressing himself more into my hand. While I had been distracted his hand had released the few remaining buttons to expose my breasts. I had expected him to remove my bra, but he didn’t. Instead he unhooked my seat belt and whispered, “Follow me.” He hastily. Almost an hour into the fight a lady who had been a couple rows back, moved up into the row of seats behind me. My seat was reclined back and she smiled at me through the gap in the seats. I politely smiled back, appraising her as older than me and pleasantly attractive.I'm generally not a social traveler. Some people like to chat with strangers they meet, but my preference is to keep to myself. I’d rather read or watch a movie. When she started making small talk, the free drinks helped make me.