Then I realized the hand between my legs was not a dream. My eyes flew open only to see the handsome man next to me with a smile on his face. I could ...arely see his face as the lights in the plane had been dimmed. His hand was under my blanket and somehow inside my panties, which were now very wet.The hand between my legs was inching closer to my most private area. Then bingo, a finger made contact, with my pussy. The finger was slowly being inserted, and I let out a low moan. Then the weirdest. The luridness of the act was so extreme that it was making me wet. The bourbon was having an effect on me and I suddenly said “I’ll do it!” The girls all immediately went silent as my words hung in the humid night air like a mist. Suddenly I found myself stripping off my clothes. I got on all fours in front of the animal and wagged my ass at him. Spirit, of course, had no idea what to do, but Debbie jumped in and dragged the huge dog up on to my back. He covered me up. Karen took the. “With as much driving as you do during the week, I am surprised you buy toy trucks to drive at home” Bob said with a deep laugh. “True, but I can’t jump the trucks at work.” I said while he looked over one of them. Bob laughed. “Well you could, but you would get fired and I would have to kick your ass.” “Oh well. They put on a pretty good show. I feel bad that you got stood up again, but glad I could go with you at least.” I said and leaned against my workbench. “You would think I would be. ? Youwould have adored it.? There was theimmediate stink of fresh boy shit in the booth, plus the ever-present piped smells,which seemed to vary from minute to minute.?Now it was the sweet, decaying smell of totally rotting cunt.? It had such an effect on me.? Have you noticed something about theimagination? ? no matter how hard you try - can yourecall actual smells? ? the visual imagination, and aural imagination even,work overtime, but smells you have to experience, long to experience.? But.