“Mavis I only have a light lunch and sandwiches would be great”, he replied as he sat down and just admired her as she prepared the lunch and had ...ery erotic thoughts as her tits wobbled and swung in the lunch preparation. With a piping hot cup of tea and a plate full of homemade sandwiches before him he put the erotic thoughts aside and enjoyed the meal and his compliment when lunch was finished had her grinning like a full on mental patient. “Would you like something else?” she asked. He got. She gasped, threw her arms around my head, leaned forward, and bit my neck passionately. She couldn't help herself. She had to get something in her mouth, and my neck was the nearest thing she could find. I hissed sharply, and firmly slapped her ass. She raked my back with her nails, pulled her legs up and wrapped them around my hips, grinding her crotch against the hard bulge in my pants. I pinched her right nipple hard, the pain slashed deliciously through her body. Shit, but she wanted him. "What?" The plane will crash." she repeated, this time with a devious smile. "Everybody will die. Almost. It depends on you." What do you mean?" the young man asked nervously. "Is it some sort of blackmail? Are you a terrorist?"She laughed out loud. "Oh, America and terrorists! It's been a decade and a half and you can't talk about anything else. Did they replace pedophiles as the ultimate evil? I'm never sure which one is considered worse. Well, at least you stopped yelling 'commies this,. This had not been a well-thought-out plan. He knew he had to be honest."Ummm....it came off...." He did not know why, but he felt guilty, and nervous for a response. He had to wait for twelve brutally slow minutes."Not good, Charlie." He recoiled in shame at his real name being used. "I kept yours on me, and you should have done the same." Sorry! I didn't think it would be a big deal!"Another seven-minute wait. Then: "Too late. Get a goddamn marker." A marker?!"Haha good one." Not a fucking.