They sat together in the first class section of the airplane and Jordan nuzzled her neck, "Now will you marry me?"Angel sighed, "I don't know Jordan, ...t's just that..." It's just that what!" Jordan demanded in frustration. Sometimes he felt like spanking her right then and there.Angel looked away. "What is it?" Jordan asked when he could see how down she became at the idea of marriage."It's all that bullshit about white wedding dresses and churches," She sighed. "I can't see myself doing any of. I've washed them many times but it never ever felt that good before. At this point I began to be less afraid and more intrigued with where things seemed to be going.As she rinsed the cloth and wiped me one more time, she then bent forward and began to suck on my dick.Oh, my god. My heart raced and I thought I was going to faint. My best friend's mom, sucking me off. I tried holding still as she continued to suck and after a few minutes, she raised up and asked, "Does that make it feel better?". That sexual comment seemed to ease her tension levels some.I wasn’t sure if Lynette did it on purpose or not, but as I turned left onto River Road, she pushed her head down over my cock and compressed my large crown as she forced it partway down the opening of her throat. That wonderful sensation caused me to press harder on the brake pedal with my right foot than I had planned, which caused two unexpected events for the two girls in the front seat.First, that hard braking action sent Andrea. Lela, Sasha and Maria, the T-girls who had treated him to the fluid showers, took Amy and I along to the club, and I have to say it was the best clubbing experience I have had – no creepy looks from creepy guys, just lots of female attention. There we bumped into Carly, who was in a relationship with Maria but was at the club with another girl, Kelly, who I had met before at one of our previous gangbangs.Carly and I had never really hit it off, and I knew my boyfriend had been fucking her.