I swallowed back a gulp in my throat. I supposed there was nothing wrong with what he was doing. Had he been touching my wrist, for example, it would ...ave been entirely innocent.But the fact that he was doing this on my thigh, under a blanket, on a dimly lit plane and with our parents either side of us made my chest tighten. I felt his finger skim higher, dancing under the hem of my shorts. Only then did I look up at him.He was staring ahead, eyes slightly hooded, expression neutral."Matt...". He whispered sweet things in my ear that made me contract my pussy and suck him deeper which he obviously liked. When we were rested he told me he really liked fucking a little girly boy like me and would I like some new panties because his cum was leaking out all over the ones I had worn. I nodded yes and he told me to come around his campsite before I left and he would have a package for me. The next morning I made my way to his camp and scratched on his tent flap. He told me to come in and. This was made even harder considering her dealership sold the more pricey luxury brands like BMW, Lexus, and Mercedes. Getting a customer to drop $50K+ on a new car these days was tough, even for a knockout blonde sexpot like her! Business had slowed to a snail's pace and the higher-ups were getting scared. While the markets overseas where these vehicles were manufactured weren't doing as badly, these imports were just not moving here in the States and it caused concern to the manufacturers who. Every so often he winced at the pain in his leg. … We sat in companionable silence for over an hour. When I had finished my cup of tea, he reached toward me again. My right hand rested on the table, and he gently covered it with his much larger palm. He set a few coins on the table before rising from his chair. Still holding my hand in his, he tucked it beneath his arm and made a great show of escorting me from the dining carriage. He was still limping noticeably, but his spirits were high. In.