Kicking her shoes off and adjusting the seat back she started to settle down with a magazine waiting for the doors to be secured and the plane to taxi...out of the bay. “Excuse me” a voice interrupted her. “I think you are in my seat” Instantly irritated she looked up and replied, “I don’t think so what’s your number” The man looking down at her was wet and obviously not in a good mood she thought as they both looked at their boarding passes. “Fuck it” Gail, thought as she realised she was in. She wanted him inside her and needed him there. At some point, Mac would be her Dom and she, his loving and willing sub but in this moment they were two equals who needed to be connected at the genitals. This was a primal fuck, earthy, animal lust and desire that would not be denied any longer. Mac found power in this woman, indeed a power inside himself that he’d forgotten was there. Sure students flirted with him all the time but the flirts were empty fun. This was different. He was making a. What a mess. Clothes strewn across the floor, dirty plates, the aftermath of midnight snacks, next to open school books. As Fiona started to clear away the chaos her arm bumped a photograph frame holding Jenny's favourite picture of herself with three friends, Sarah, Mary and Joan. The frame fell over and landed on the floor. Fiona had an instant of being worried. Had the glass broken? She quickly picked up the frame to find no damage had been done. However Fiona had a germ of an idea and a big. Eyes dulled with lust, Molly pulled away from the kiss and looking into his eyes, and moaning more than speaking, murmured, "Wait!"He dropped his hands to his sides and Molly tugged her sweater up and over her head and using that graceful movement all women seem to have at such moments, deftly reached behind her and opened the clasp of her bra and let go. Only her bra seemed to have a will of its own, catching on one breast and exposing the other. That done, Dutch eased Molly backward and onto.