"Maybe in a minute." She says, eager to continue her story. "So here's the deal: you can make one request, anything at all, and I'll do it." ... becau...e you're bored?" You feed back to her, questioning the legitimacy of her statement.She laughs as she gets a bit flustered. "Yes. I'm not one for idle hands. I'm serious, though. One request." And it can be anything?" You ask her. You walk toward your couch and sit down. She followed and sits down next to you. her face, her body they're a little. Her body was beginning to perspire; her flesh was hot, but her pussy was molten. Her moans were hard and fast, coming from an unfamiliar place to her.I stepped back, dropped my pants and shirt, knelt down to lick her clit, and continued my lick up her mound, abdomen, and between her breasts, licking her salty sweat from her body. Liz felt me begin to stand completely up, bracing for another breast slap when my engorged cock thrust up and into her.“Oh god, oh god,” she kept moaning. “Your cock,. Luckily for us, half of the passengers on this plane were close to, if not younger than us. Which is cool though because old people, no offense, get pissed off when your in the bathroom for longer than what it would normally take a person of their age to squeeze out a couple of drops and to return to your seat. I'm a rebel, and like to walk on the wild side, sometimes! I attempted several times to make eye contact with my wife but a 70 year old lady has her attention with a crochet project she. I reached out and lightly touched his chest with my fingertips. He moved slightly, but didn't wake up. As my fingers moved across his skin, I tried once again to get a hold on my feelings and a series of questions ran through my mind.Did I feel guilty? No.Did I like it? Yes.Did it seem nasty? No. Well maybe a little, but in a good way.Did I want to do it again? Yes, yes, yes!I curled my fingers around Eddie's cock and held it, feeling his steady heartbeat being transmitted from his shaft to my.