There, once more, he spread my legs wide, and dipped his tongue into me, tasting, and I could see the wet gleam of my juices over his lips and chin. M...ving up my body, raking that hard cock along my thigh, my mound, my lower belly, he eased his weight down on me as I lifted my legs to lock tight and high along his back, my hands buried in his hair. Raising slightly, and looking deep into my eyes, watching my response, he slowly lowered himself onto me, positioned so his stiff cock pressed into. She told him that I'd had a bad reaction to some medication I was taking for malaria."Malaria? Izzy, we don't live in Egypt or Panama." Hey, it shut him up, and that's all I cared about. Be grateful I didn't say it was syphilis." What's that?" Izzy laughed really hard and for a pretty long time."You never heard of syphilis?" she asked me, once she'd stopped laughing.I said I hadn't."Has Mom or Dad given you the 'birds and bees' talk?"I shook my head, 'no'."I don't believe this..." Izzy, maybe. Before she could tell Lauren that it had been Brian calling, her phone rang again. Without looking at her phone, she answered, “Yeah babe, what ya need?”“Hey Sara, it’s Cliff, how are you baby? And you know what I need!” said the deep voice on the other end of the line. Sara’s throat tightened as she said “oh I’m fine”. What could she say? Cliff was calling for one reason and one reason only. He wanted her young, tight pussy and if he was calling then he must be somewhere on 95. “I’m pulling. An hour later, everyone was buckled up and ready for take off. The other flight attendants and I were serving passengers their drinks, champagne, and all. While working, I was being hit on by a hunky, young, handsome millionaire heir named Ivan Cavendish. He had short black hair and green eyes. As I poured his drink, he smiled at me and tried to make small talk. He flirted with me and then led me to the Mile High Club for a quickie session. After that, I went into the cockpit to restock the.