"Joan, how are you? Are you OK?" she asked with worry in her voice."I'm fine Mom!" I yelled. "Can you pick me up at the airport at eleveno'clock? I'm ...oming in on flight 1203 out of Atlantic City." She laughedand told me she'd be there with bells on. She had a million questions butI just told her we'd talk when she picked me up. I hung up the phone andmade my way to the ladies' room. I put on my lipstick and took a seat onthe concourse waiting for my flight to be called.Now that I was free of. I pulled out as I felt my cock softening, her eyes still glazed and wide as she looked down releasing her grip, “Wow sir” she said softly, “That was some lesson” She immediately reached across for her drink allowing me to get an outstanding view of her widened pussy, OMG!! “Shall we smoke again sir?” she asked as she straightened up handing me her empty glass, “Oh and some juice would be nice too sir” she continued and with a smile as sweet as hers how could I refuse, I took her glass and. It’s okay, you weren’t to know.“Much as I love having my head here, let’s see just how big it is now.” There was a determination back in his voice along with some of the cheek I had started to love. As I sat back, he rolled his head as I had often seen him do on the pitch, stretching his neck. He set his jaw and his eyes were focussed.“Oh my, just over eighteen inches, that’s insane!” I blurted, then panicked, I didn’t want to add to the list of people that had hurt him because of his neck.“No,. WHAP!!!“OW,” I whimper.He just slapped my ass hard. I wasn't expecting that but the sudden punishment excites me. I have no doubt this guy is as homophobic as they come. My exaggerated femininity has attracted him and he's angry and almost out of control.I turn to him and dig my fingers into his arm. “I like big men,"I simper. My sharp fingernails stab his flesh.“Fuck you," he grunts and slaps my hand away.I grope his cock through his pants and am thrilled that it feels quite large. Before he.