I felt my cock almost leave her mouth then push deep down her throat with every thrust.With no warning the bedroom door flung open in walked two well ...uilt guys in their mid 30s looking like James bond dressed in their top quality suits. I nearly died on the spot. She stopped and looked round; as I was reaching out for my trousers in a panic she grabbed back hold of my cock and rapped her mouth around it again while looking up at them out the side of her eyes. By the guys body language and them. I jump out and the Married Guy and I shook hands like old friends. Anyone watching might think it was a son picking up his father from the airport after a business trip. There is a twenty year age difference between us.Driving away, and still on airport property, the Married Guy was undoing my jeans and started rubbing my cock.Between gear shift changes, I was rubbing his cock as well. We were both horny. This 'business' trip of his had been planned for over a month and we had both. You ask me to touch my clit, I begin to stroke my engorged clit through my panties, feeling the wetness on my fingers. You ask me if I am wet, and you watch as I slide a finger up my slit. I take my finger out and slide it into your mouth as I watch you grip yourself harder. You try and slide a hand under my panties, I playfully smack it away, saying not yet. I turn around again and begin to massage your dick with my ass as I give you a lap dance. I can feel your cock throbbing against my. I just thought someone needed help.”, I replied casually.“That’s not what my dad says.”, he replied. “No offense George but your dad wasn’t there. Like I said it was no big deal.”, I answered. “George, do you work at being this obnoxious or are you gifted with the talent?”, Pops asked, growing weary of his grandson.“He’s gifted Grandpa.”, Lexie giggled. They both looked mad as hell and stormed off presumably to tell George’s father they had been mistreated yet again. In the next few hours.