I don’t remember much of game it kind of a blur these many year later but few things are seared in my memory as if was just yesterday we played the ...ame. I know the next round she answered a truth question per rules agreed upon like how many guys have slept with and her response was about 10 or so different ages and the next round I dared to French Vicki and to my surprise she did and now came the final around Vicki ask me some stupid questions that could tell you what it was the it was my turn. In front of me the elderly couple were sleeping and to my left across the aisle the teenaged brother and sister were watching some movie. I honestly tried to sleep. But I’m not a good sleeper on planes and Sandra next to me had excited the brain in my cock! After about 30 minutes my twisted mind began to imagine what I would do with Sandra if ever I had the chance to get her to bed. The end result was a painful hard on confined in my jeans. I seriously considered going to the toilet to jerk off. I felt like I needed something new, something more serious and real—something not as shallow and happy go lucky as I had been writing. Something that didn’t pretend. I was tired of writing about happy-go-lucky woman who were like me. It wasn’t all that happy-go-lucky in real life. ‘This isn’t you, Meghan,’ Taylor broke in. ‘I’ve been your editor through five best-sellers, and this isn’t the Meghan your readers want. You are the author of hope for young women. You write Romance—books that give. Mmmm you better start rubbing faster. I am going to go ahead and start fucking my pussy with this cock and imagine it is yours! I love how its veins stick out and you throb in my hands. Can you feel it throbbing and leaking inside your pants… or have you pulled that dick of yours out of your pants and are stroking it right there in a room full of your peers?”The truth was, I wanted to pull my cock out right then. I was indeed racing headlong toward an orgasm. I knew the inside of my underwear.