He hasn't said and I haven't told him. That's my problem. Even if he doesn't love me, I don't want to date anyone else."There was silence on the phone...for a moment."Does that include me?" Michael asked with a tinge of disappointment in her voice.Jenny paused at the unexpected question. "I hadn't thought about that," she said. Then she thought of Erica. The issue suddenly became more complicated. "I don't know the answer to that question," she said honestly. "I guess it would be self-serving if. I always just roll my eyes and walk away thinking, "Boys!" I wonder whether he thinks of me when he masturbates. I wonder whether his large cock gets erect just at the sound of my name; I wonder whether he just plays with it, touching the head and stroking it ever so slowly. I wonder whether his cock urges to be near me, to be near my tits, to be near my pussy. I wonder whether he pumps his cock and cums to my name, screaming "Oh Katie! Fuck!". I wonder what it would be like with him inside of. He wiggled and turned his way under me so that we were facing each other, cocks rubbing together, kissing each other deep. I could tell he had a nice sized cock compared to my fat little cock. I had had the one cock before and all those memories rushed into my head. Never kissed a man but it was very pleasant, so what the hell lets see what the rest is like so I moved down and started lickin his nipples. He wimpered like a puppy. I lingered there for a minute giving them both some attention ,. "I've been thinking about you the entire flight." I add, "It was all I could do to keep my hands from wandering under my skirt" When we stop at the gate I grab my purse and my carry-on and walk down the jetway and into the airport. By this point the anticipation is killing me and almost to much to bare. I find the nearest restroom and head inside. I stop at the counter and take a long look in the mirror. As I take a deep breathe, the tops of my breasts are visible over the lace camisole I'm.