I adjusted my skirt and left the stall, I walked over to the mirror and looked at my face. Luckily it was not too bad, just a lot of mascara smudges. ... slowly crept out of the washroom. I did not see the guy whom I blew, I think he may have been on a different flight. On the plane I tried to relax, but my heart pounded in my ears. I nearly jumped when the fasten seat belts sign came on to say we were landing. Once off the plane, I had to tell myself to calm a few times. As I exited the arrival. ‘Yes dear, I’m sure,’ I told her, again. I’d been pressuring Becky for months to set up a meeting with her parents and she finally did. She was vehemently opposed to the idea, believing that her super rich parents would never accept me or approve of me being with their oldest daughter. I had fought an uphill battle and finally won, on the grounds that we drive there and stay a few nights. ‘Babe don’t worry so much. It’s still a five hour drive to your parents place,’ I told her as she tried to. Come she said. Get the Bill and then lets go. We then walked out on the street. Went two blocks and entered the front door of a building. We got to the apartment. She unlocked the door and we steped in. After closin the door she welcomed me and let her purse fall to the floor. She then w****d her arms around me and kissed me on the mouth. I felt her tounge slip into my mouth finding my tounge. We then stood kisssin each in the hall awhile squeezing each all over our bodies. Come on she said and. We both had our backs to the shower and I thought I was getting away with turning my head a little and looking out the corner of my eye at his crotch; evidently I wasn't as sneaky as I thought as he turned to face me and started a slow and extended soaping of his dick and balls. Again like before, I kind of froze - my throat was tight, my stomach roiling, and my hands were actually shaking as I watched him soap his way to a half hard-on; I finally tore my eyes away and saw he was looking at.