"After a little mutual head and a slow leisurely fuck Dion took me out to breakfast. Over coffee I asked, "So, what's the deal with trying to make poi...ts?" I'm trying to make points because I think that you would be a perfect fit for me." How's that?" Just that the perfect woman for me has to like sex as much as you seem to." Sorry sweetie, but I'm not looking for anything permanent." Maybe not now, but maybe someday. I just want to put my oar in early." Just out of curiosity explain to me how. For the first time in a while the flight was very enjoyable and not just because of getting to ride in first class. No, it was seeing the looks the flight attendants gave me turn from disgust to show a bit of respect.Well they sure as hell couldn’t even hope to deal with April having serious PMS and being pissed about being on the rag on the flight home.When April wasn’t bitching, as she paced from the front of the plane to the rear and back, she was being a complete bitch to anyone who even. By the 12th stroke I was as hard as I ever was and feared Iwould cum. She had to be aware of the effect she was having on me butthere was no indication from her that she was. On the 19th stroke Istarted to orgasm and she just let me lay there until I came, soakingmy panties. I started crying from the humiliation I felt.She gently laid me on the floor until I could put myself together andstop my bawling. I felt like such a sissy and could not look her in theeye."Caroline! Look at me!"I looked up. But I knew she could read my thoughts.We pulled into the diner. I wanted a cup of coffee, time to think a little and talk to you her more. I would have so much to explain to my wife when we got home.This was so big, too monumental to wrap my head around. I asked Siza if she was okay with my stopping and “sure”, she was. “I’m not going to be able to stop saying I love you. I need you now.” I implored her not wanting to be a whiner pain in the ass but just the same.We went inside and saw no one.