All of the passengers in first class looked at me like I was some illegal alien newly arrived from swimming the Rio Grande River in the light of a ful... moon. I had never been in first class before and I felt like an interloper in privileged territory. All of the seats were in pairs and almost as wide as a love seat with lots of room. They were already serving what looked like bubbly champagne and caviar to start the trip off right. The cabin attendants gave me one of those looks that said,"No,. Tim had worked with my husband for years. Over that time they became good friends, surfing together, and going to baseball games. He had joined us for cookouts, nights out at bars, but always struck me as average. Single, never married, I often thought he was gay. Nice guy, but nothing about him stood out, he just blended into the background. However, I now saw him in a completely different light. I just couldn't get over the thought of such a short, small-framed guy, carrying a cock like that. I was on my second lap, coming up to the half-mile mark, when I hit the wall. If I'd been driving, I might have pushed through it for another lap, but I knew I still had a half hour ride home ahead of me. So, a little disappointed in myself, but more determined than ever to get back in shape, I finished the lap and headed for my bike.As I took a long sip of water from my bottle, I realized I was a sweaty, trembling mess, but I was a sweaty, trembling, sissy mess, and that made all the. Sam was really giving it to me, and as I felt his long cock filling my pussy, I watched Dan's thick tube sliding in and out of his mothers hairy pussy. Dan's light covering of pubic hair meshed with his mothers when they butted together and I noticed that she was clutching his taut arse, pulling him into her.I grabbed the firm cheeks of Sam's arse and pulled his body against mine, urging him to slam his fucking cock deeper into my wet channel. As he did, I bucked to meet his thrusts while.