I walked on over to the table of white champagne and took a glass and sipped it."Hello, Jessie," said a female, silky voice from behind.I turned aroun... and I nearly dropped the glass to the floor. Standing in front of me was Melissa George looking drop dead gorgeous in a silver dress and her long chestnut brown hair curled around her shoulders. "Hi, Melissa," I said. Don't get turned on, don't get turned on, I thought. But my eyes seemed to lower down from her face, neck, shoulders, to her. She intentionally set out to arouse him. Little things like touches, smiles, the eyes, and so on were continually applied. She knew exactly how to work up a man like Lance, and she used that knowledge to the fullest extent she could. She took off her sweatshirt, very intentionally accidentally lifting her t-shirt off almost completely in the process. And not being very fast to correct the “blunder.”While she was actually annoying some of the people in the first class cabin- particularly the. He moaned as his fist squeezed his cock in ecstasy. A few last twitches and dribbles of cum left him weak and drained. He sank back into the chair and stared at the screen as it proceeded to show him through the library for a second time.Grabbing up the shirt he had slept in the night before from the bed, he wiped himself down as his body went from 300 m.p.h. back to the slow lane. He was drained in more ways than not… and contentedly so!He pulled up his pants, closed the program on the. He sat, unmoving. I tried to wriggle out, but itwas slow -- the skirt was tight, I didn't want to flash."Bobbie," I said."Don't worry, I'll be fine. I'll take the car," she said. She turned tohim. "You can drop her, can't you?"I finally struggled free."What are you doing?" I hissed at her; I knew that he was looking at mybottom, just inches from his face, but I had even bigger worries.She put her finger to her lips: "You need to know what he knows, what he'sdoing. It's probably nothing, just a.