"We're having dinner in here," she said."It's a long way back to your kitchen," I said. "Why not eat there?" This is dining room food," Sandy said. "S...nce my dining room is being used for exercise equipment, the living room is the next-best thing. Reach behind that chair and get out the tray tables."I plucked out two handsome wooden tables -- they were essentially TV dinner tables, only slightly more upscale -- and assembled them for our use. Sandy was already bringing in all the fixings.It was. The fabric was thin and exposed my entire back and front and barely covered my perky breasts. I packed the rest of my stuff and laid out my outfit for the morning flight, a loose and comfy grey, pleated skirt that rested a few inches above the knees, an old sweater and a tank top to wear under.The next morning, my husband insisted on driving me to the airport himself instead of having me take an Uber. This wasn’t really an issue. My husband dropped me off to the terminal gate but I told him not. ...I...I... Just leave it”Killian was annoyed at the idiot who dumped her, but he and Angie had always given each other a hard time when one of them was down. A bit of a laugh always helped. He gave a wry smile and said “I'm just saying, you must have been some fun if you bought a nice, sexy red thong for him...”Angie's eyes cringed. “How did you...” Her eyes opened wide and a stunned smile came over her face. “You little pervert bollox!!”He laughed as she sat there with a real but exaggerated. Tucking my skirt high it freed my hands, and as I towered over him I lifted one leg over his and knelt on the adjoining seat, feeling his erection on my inner thigh.I put both my hands on his seat back and lifted my body onto him, kneeling on the other adjoining seat, I reached down between us and guided him inside me, using my body weight to force him up and deep into my pussy.Once fully inserted I wiggled my bum and sat comfortably in his lap, feeling the bumps of his balls crushed against my.