We called the pilot on the way to the airport and were in the air almost as soon as we walked out to the airplane. It took us longer than usual to get...clearance, even with two runways available. This was a busy airport.The plane parked in front of operations at four-thirty so we would be in the chaos of Friday traffic. I called the office to tell Kelly that we might not make it to the office by five and that she shouldn't wait for us. She excitedly told me that it looked like sales would have. You do.And he starts slamming into you. Your tits swipe around my face. I grab one each hand and squeeze hard.“Tell him to fill your cunt with cum,” I tell you. God, he is fucking you hard. I can see your eyes widen as you push back on to his cock.“Fucking cum,” I shout at you. And you do, deeply, pushing back on him, forcing him to stop while your pussy squeezes onto his cock.When you open your eyes again you move off him and squat down onto my cock again. You start riding me, pushing down. I’d developed quite a paunch by the time Rebecca got sick. I lost a lot of weight after she died, but it wasn’t through exercise. Smoking and depression cut my appetite. I became a skinny guy with a pot belly.Renie was good for me. She didn’t try to reform me, but I started eating more healthily. I was back to walking regularly and I cut the cigarettes completely. I still enjoyed my evening cigar but only outdoors. Instead of becoming morbidly obese, I’d just been a bit overweight.All this. She lets out a breathtaking moan into my ear. Now we are in the room, my band no where to be found. She is sitting on top of the piano with a glass of wine in her hand, a sight I had always fantasized. As she swings a leg up her dress comes down exposing her panty covered mound. I skip a chord. My face turns red as I try to maintain eye contact and finish the second chorus. She gives me a sly smile and runs her hand down her thigh. All I can do is imagine how wet and hot her pussy is. I want.