Thankfully the kid behind me was sleeping, so was his mother so the kicking had stopped. In front of me the elderly couple were sleeping and to my lef... across the aisle the teenaged brother and sister were watching some movie. I honestly tried to sleep. But I’m not a good sleeper on planes and Sandra next to me had excited the brain in my cock! After about 30 minutes my twisted mind began to imagine what I would do with Sandra if ever I had the chance to get her to bed. The end result was a. "Well, how was I to know?" Her husband Jack said."I told you to make sure it wasn't in the fridge, you dumb bastard. Of course she'd have some. We told her to take what she wanted and it looks like cola." How much do you think she had?" Too much, and it looks like she's spilled it all over herself too." What do we do?" I'll take her upstairs and clean her up. You get rid of that shit and clean up the Goddam couch."Amy heard the conversation, though she didn't make out many of the words. She. Next to the bed was a pair of black sandals. Shoes are mydownfall. Just as with handbags I can never find a pair I like,excepting motorcycle boots or sneakers. These had a one inch heel, aseries of thin straps across the toes and a single strap behind theankle. I started with the gaff and tucking myself in adjusted the straps untilI had a reasonable balance between a smooth front and minimaldiscomfort. Then I put on the brassiere. When that was done I looked inthe mirror and smiled. The bra did. "Daddy fuck yes daddy..." he half whispered and half moaned."Keep riding until you cum boy. And when you know you can't stop yourself, when you know you are about to cum and won't be able to hold back, take off your blindfold and watch yourself cum in the mirror." Yes Daddy, thank you Daddy. You're going to make me cum hands free!"He had no idea it was the only way he was going to cum from here on out. He started to fuck himself hard and fast. He pushed against my cock and slide it in and out.