She had a light muff, this being back in the days when very few females that I know of ever shaved their pussies, and soon I had my tongue and a coupl... of fingers working at her slit. She had, she told me later, never, ever had her pussy eaten before, and she wriggled and squirmed as I went after it, licking around her clit, running my fingers in and out of her pussy, licking up and down along her slit, and finally giving her clit itself a good licking and kissing. She had eventually put her. She turned to me with a goofy, almost drunken smile as she waited for the flight attendant. I put laser focus on my copy of the Wall Street Journal. The flight attendant delivered the belt extension and I heard Ms. Obesity mutter something about getting tied up. I still have nightmares. ‘Hi, I’m Adele’ she said in what was a surprisingly sultry voice – think Kathleen Turner in Who Framed Roger Rabbit. She extended a hand. ‘Oh… hi… sorry, newsprint…’ I muttered and went right back to my paper. "Her directive to me was that I resist you, and that I am not to masturbate today," I stated. Helen let out a wicked little chuckle, and turned to walk back to her room. I grabbed my keys and a pair of sun glasses, and turned to walk out. Helen met me at the door, wearing the long black half slip of my aunt's which she had pulled up to cover her full breasts, and a pair of black high heels. She was leaning against the wall, and said, "Hey smartass...does this want to make you be a bad boy?" I. I saw that the middle guy was uncut and he was not pissing. He saw me looking over and he looked over at me. We were each watching each other play with our cocks. Another guy came in and he stood in front of the left urinal. He was not shy and as he was not standing close to the urinal, I could see his cock by looking past the guy in the middle. This guy was just playing with his cock too. And a big bloody cock it was. He rolled his foreskin back & forth over his knob and pulled it back tight.