Our parties are legendary, the whole fucking world knows we take drugs, name me a rock band whose members don't take them and I'll tell you all about ...y affair with mother Theresa.The climax in more ways than one of our shows usually consists of the audience singing "Juicy Lucy" arms up in the air, swaying in time to the beat and showing either sexy little panties as their skirts ride up over their thighs, or as in most cases, showing their sweet little cunts!I'd had my eye on one particular. My juices are running out of my pussy, dripping all down your cock and on to your balls. All of a sudden, I hear the voice of one of the flight attendants, and although I can barely move I manage to pull myself off your lap and land back in my own seat, my skirt falling back to its rightful position. I quickly grab a blanket and put it over both of us, covering up the evidence. A stewardess walks up to us, asking if we need anything. Both of us just smile and shake our heads, giggling when she. Brody’s eyes were now fixed on her ass which seemed to protrude from her wide hips and had a very full look to them."What if I wanted to be taken advantage of?" He asked her. "Brody you are 17, you don’t know what you want. And as your mother I shouldn’t be doing anything sexual with you, let alone bribing you with favors of a sexual nature." She responded. The guilt of the situation was eating her alive and she didn’t know how to find redemption for her incestuous actions.'It’s all my fault,. Either way, she seemed encouraged. She started stroking again milking more moisture which she used as lubricant and so she set up a vicious circle. “Okay now…would you like to come?” “Please…” My voice was hoarse as I forced the word out. “Well, if you’re a good lad I’ll see what I can do for you … in an hours time.” I could not help myself. I shouted out to her as she walked out on me yet again. The next sixty minutes were a nightmare. On the one hand the long wait held out the promise of.