I went back upstairs to search though my wardrobe for some respectable clobber for the TV stuff. I decided that the BBC warranted shirt and tie, so fo...nd a nice pale blue shirt with a rather noxious paisley tie. I decided that MTV was a good opportunity for me to wear the dark green silk shirt that was lurking at the back of my cupboard.I made a quick scan of the emails and turned on football focus on the TV. Carly turned out to be a West Ham fan, the nearest big club to her. Not a deal-breaker. So I’m sure you can add a fair amount of moaning, a few choice words … “Oooooo” and “Fuck me, baby” being particular favourites of hers … and perhaps the occasional screamed “Oh God” as her quivering, bucking body approaches its climactic peak. Was Jimmy delighted to have pretty Pippa of the perfect arse so obviously in need of some loving attention already draped across their bed? No. Not in the slightest. Instead Jimmy did his impression of Zeus descending from Mount Olympus, all. The tiles were cool through my shirt as our lips met and our tongues danced, her stud hard against the roof of my mouth. Our hips undulated as we writhed together.She broke the kiss. “Oh, god, Yunie, I have to eat you right now.” Her hands slid beneath my shirt, squeezing my large breasts through my bra. “You have no idea how wet I am?”“Not as wet as I am, Dandi.”“You have a pussy full of your little brother’s cum,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Hardly fair. But I would be wetter if you. Seemed a bit more fitting than my porn DVD I coulda played on my laptop, but anyway I’d have had to take the privacy screen off so she could see and I didn’t want the whole of business class to see it anyway. Besides, what says ‘Impress the Lady’ any worse than ‘Hey, wanna watch some porn?’ ‘I’m a little cold,’ Maddy said, ‘why don’t you raise up the armrest and let’s get under these blankets?’ ‘Great idea. There, here we go…comfy?’ Comfy? I thought you had to have loofahed a woman’s stretch.