"Do you think they have good shopping in Lansing?" I asked, unable to keep my distaste for the provincial mid-west out of my voice."We'll find out," L...ze shrugged. "Either way, we'll find something fun and naughty to do."The plane began its descent. I took my little Lize's hands, soft and delicate. She had come a long way from the shy trophy wife I met at that party two years ago. I had introduced her to a world of decadent pleasures: young, muscular men; the pleasure of a woman's lips;. .." Please. I knew that had to be a stage name of some kind. 'LanceMastiff'. How phallic can you get?!" So, now what? You know who I am. What happens next?"She takes a sip of wine. "That depends on why the ridiculous name." You know what happened to my family?" Yes. Tragic. We held several vigils for their souls." It wasn't tragic, it was intentional. I know who did it. I just haveto be able to prove it." Are you in danger?" Not yet. Probably. If I get the proof I need and the killers knowabout. I woke from the movement of the fingers still buried inside my pussy. “Time to wake up, my lovely slut,” she whispered in my ear and withdrew her digits. “Do we need to?” I asked sleepily. “Unfortunately.” I rubbed my eyes. Selima was standing next to us, holding the blanket in her hand and not bothering to hide her grin. I climbed off my flight guest’s lap and followed her to the crew compartment, where she handed me the clothes I had left behind at the lounge and leaned back against the. Her nipples peaked easily under the sheer lace of the bra cups, coral pink against her pale skin.I let go one side of her skirt and it swirled around her hips and onto the floor. She was wearing matching bra and knickers in a dark wine coloured material with lacy panels at the front. I could see her dark golden pubic hair, trimmed and shaped but still thick and luxurious.By now I was both outstandingly horny and at a total loss as to how to get any further. I got to my feet and stared at her.