.. cared ... for each other while you were..." Making love?" suggested Kayla quietly. She glanced quickly at her brother to gauge his reaction, but he...was focusing on his girlfriend."None of her experiences were even remotely like ... making love," continued Jaimie. "It was always hard, quick, almost violent, she said. She thought that's how it always was. So when she saw you, she ... she got mad. I think she's been angry ever since." So now what's going to happen?" Kayla asked."My parents. Now I can feel his raging errection straining against his suit pants. I can see the longing in his eyes, feel the lust dancing in the air around us. Why doesn't Mike get this hard for me anymore?"I'm going to fuck you here and now and you're going to love it." His free hand makes quick work of ripping the l from my still steaming body whilst the hand that holds me in place moves from the small of my back to cupping my left ass cheek. My mind is whirling as I try to keep reminding myself just. She was wearing a faux fur coat with a skirt and low cut shirt underneath. She told me the sad story about her car breaking down on her way home from work and blah, blah, blah. I'm sure she said a lot but my eyes were locked on her bountiful breasts. I'm usually able to keep my eyes north of a woman's bustline but this girl, Callie, might as well have been wearing a big arrow in front of her face pointing to her cleavage. Knowing nothing about cars, I volunteered to drive her home. "That's. Behind the captain chairs was a double bed for an in-flight nap. It sat 12 people and the chairs could turn around and face each other. There were tables that could be mounted and you could eat or play cards or whatever you wanted. The copilot asked if we would like any thing to eat or drink and brought out some really tasty breakfast."Shannon, what do the other planes have for food?" I asked."They have the same as we do, only a lot more of it," She said."Just how many people do we have in the.