The door was open and the driver and his aide had already begun to load our luggage onto the jet who was idling nearby. Laughing, she called out again... ‘Come on Charlie, we don’t want to keep Papa waiting.’ As we loaded onto the private jet, I took a seat on one of the plush leather reclining chairs that faced toward the rear of the plane. Isabella chose the seat opposite me and proceeded to pour us glasses of a 25 year old Hankey Bannister blended Scotch from her father’s private collection.. As he came closer I placed my hands on his hips, he did the same, I ran my hands up his back as he copied what I did. I moved him against the wall out of sight of the window, moving my hands onto his hips and with my eyes wide open I leaned in and kissed him, just a peck, and he closed his eyes, I repeated it again and again his eyes closed.Moving my hands down his back I leaned and kissed him again only holding my lips on his a little longer, his arms were around my neck, my hands caressed his. Vera added, “I’ll send you my postcode and house number via text so you won’t have any problems finding me.” Inventing a believable cover story to tell his wife about an electrical fault which needed sorting on his car, Terry set off in good time for his rendezvous with Vera. The location was a tidy little cottage, discreetly tucked away on a main road, with ample off-road parking. He nervously rang the door chimes. The woman who cheerily answered the door was not at all what he had expected.. He kept teasing her about how he was going to fuck her ass and she kept begging him not to because she was a virgin there and he'd damage her with his big cock. He changed the guys fucking her and brought in the other girl to keep frigging Mel's clit. Mel kept moaning..."Oh No...Oh god...Oh god!" And he kept teasing her saying he'd keep it up till she begged for it up the ass. Eventually, almost u*********s with exhaustion, Mel mumbled....yes..yes..please fuck my ass... He whooped with triumph.