’‘He just wants you to love him,’ Annalisa thought.‘That’s the problem,’ Béla agreed. He wants me to love him. And only him.’‘But how...can that be when I plainly see in his thoughts that he enjoys your… what was that phrase… Oh! Your ‘extramarital’ activities?’Béla chuckled at the phrase she knew he would never use to her face regarding her sexual proclivities.‘He may not say it to me, but he does think it, doesn’t he?’ Béla replied, half thinking to herself, now. ‘It pleases him that I fly. ‘I’m busy, that’s why. And you left me stranded today. I’ll let you know later if I even want to see you again.’So she was talking to the boyfriend…I don’t know how he didn’t hear her low moans and heavy breathing, but I didn’t care. I began lapping at her warm pussy juices at a quicker pace, almost wanting this idiot to know what he was missing. She even acted like she didn’t care if he did notice, as she let out a small whine, nearly. I turn around on my back so my front was showing and under the covers I push my pants down a bit and thong. I felt his hand rub my stomach and slowly move to my pussy. I felt the first finger try to make its way under my panties. I was so wet now and wanted my dad to finger my wet pussy.I felt his finger touch the top on my bush and that’s when the lights came on. After we got off the plane we headed to get our bags and get to our motel. That night I could not sleep and was fingering my pussy. "If you want to use your mouth on me, I certainly won't object, but not that way. I see no reason to stand while you do it, and the position looks wrong for someone like you. This little padded bench is fine to lie on, and you can bend over me. If anyone kneels to worship, it should be me." She flushed. "I hadn't thought of that. I don't know if I want to take you in my mouth; I've never done that." "Well, if you want to let me be your first experiment, I am a willing subject." .