”The lower they got, the less the wind, which Dessie heartedly approved of. The landing was slow but gentle. A moment later, the big engines began s...ooling down. The pilot had already cautioned them to remain in their seats until the craft was down, the wheels were chocked, and he had opened the door for them.As soon as the door was open and the steps were down, Dessie was ready. The pilot or the copilot, she didn’t know who did what, offered his hand and helped her to the ground with Phillip. She’d struggled a bit with make-up. How to look ravishing without being too obvious? In the end she’d gone for subtle cream shades, no lashes – just soft and becoming she’d hoped. Having got the top done, she’d turned her attention to the bottom bit. She’d leaned down to open a drawer, rummaged around a bit before extracting a flimsy pair of cream bikini panties and a matching lacy half-cup bra. She’d smiled delightedly as she imagined Robin’s reaction when he saw her in those hot looking. “Bear your child private, Besha. I’ll send Sheila to you to help with the birth. If you bear a girl, she’ll bring it to me, and I will give you baby Joe for it.” One would be justified to be stunned, hearing that, but I knew poor folk. Giving a child to a willing, rich family was a godsend. I knew she meant well for me and her baby. Realistically, three months would pass between Joe’s birth and my baby’s day to come. The deception would never be believed.I walked away from the Tuttles, without. I was surprised how soft his hands were on my cock. It was a few nervous minutes, though, before it began to feel good. I looked at him. He was good-looking, probably early twenties, with short hair, a clean shave, and nice preppy-looking attire.Like me, the stranger watched the movie, jacking me off slowly while his eyes feasted on the lusty action on the big screen. He stopped long enough to pull out his own cock, and while he stroked me, he also masturbated with slow, deliberate.