I could feel her button getting harder. I slid my finger down further and dipped it in her, she was wet. I took my wet finger back to work on her but...on. As I did her hips started to move and she moaned a little. I asked if it felt good. She said, “Oh God Yes Don’t stop!” I won’t, I told her. She asked if she was making me feel good. I told her yes as well. She asked if I was going to cum. I told her No and pumped my cock harder and faster. I told her to slow down I didn’t want to cum just. But we can still celebrate my birthday here'.With this she lead me by the hand upstairs.When we got upstairs she pulled me into her bedroom.She said'Now where were we'.I placed my hands back under skirt and squeezed her cheeks again.She pulled me close and kissed me passionately on the lips.This prompted me to slip my finger into her panties and rub her clit.This brought a soft moan from her so i slipped my finger into her wet pussy.This brought another soft moan as fingered her in and out. "At this point, I was about ready to blow a load in my underpants. I gazed at Jessie in complete shock and awe. The look on my face must have been priceless."What does it feel like, Bobby, you know, after I've given you a blowjob?" said Jessie inquisitively. "Do you feel more relaxed, contented, happier?" You know what, I can't remember. Tell you what, Jess, get down on your knees and get over here and I'll let you know in about thirty seconds," I said, pulling down the zipper on my jeans and. So April made her way back to Charles de Gaulle Airport and quietly tried to get herself a flight back. She was not recognised, but then why would she be in France? She was put on standby and eventually managed to squeeze into a spare seat early the next morning. Then she travelled by train into London, followed by another train down to the region and finally a ten-mile cab ride from the nearest station, the Sandmouth Bay railway included in Beechings cuts and sounded the death nell of the Bay.