.. I was lamenting that I had not gotten his first load, as I could think of nothing other than a huge load in my mouth, down my throat, on my face......Without even thinking, I slipped my slick wet finger up his ass, knowing I would get a bigger load if I massaged his prostate.His grip on my hair got firmer and he pulled me until my face was completely flattened against his pubic area. He could not have gotten deeper without breaking the cartilage in my nose against his pubic bone. I gagged with. A couple of weeks after meeting him, I left The Basement early and he stopped me and said he wanted to talk. I don’t remember much of what we talked about but I do remember him saying that I was a “very pretty boy” and I liked that because each time before when I had been mistaken for a girl, it had excited me. I thanked Cal and smiled and felt warmth and pride. When I got home, I spent the night trying to sort the myriad of crazy notions that collided within me. I liked that he had approved of. My heartbeat was so fast as I stood by the First Class cabin door. “Good Morning Mrs Smeathers, welcome on board, Sarah will show you to your seat,” and then I saw Adam approaching along the air bridge. He was busy chatting to a fellow passenger, and it wasn’t until he got nearly to the aircraft door and handed me his boarding card that he looked up and realised who had taken it from him.I smiled broadly. “Good morning, Mr Flowers; welcome on board. My name’s Michelle and I’ll be looking after. With a better view now than she had when she watched him change in the mirror's reflection, she didn't hide her look of admiration. She sexed his long-muscled, svelte body with her eyes glimpsing the large tattoo of a coyote on his left pectoral. "My birth animal," he declared with a proud tap of his chest. Marko lay down beside her, his face at her crotch. He slid up to her pretty snatch, her pubic hair attractively trimmed like an arrow head. Lena looked down at him as he moved closer..