Jealousy be damned, rage was more of a problem now. I wasn't jealous of this penis on legs; I wanted to make her pay for this.She winked at me, licked...her lips sensually and pulled his hands off her bum, and onto her breasts. Again, he didn't resist and lovingly kneaded her breasts. I could see her nipples poke against the thin lacy fabric of her bra cups. Adrenaline surged in my blood, and my skin quivered as I repressed my anger. She turned so he could peel her blouse down her arms; she. Well, tall, yes. Long legs, flat belly, yes. After that, disappointment. Next to no tits and broad shoulders. I looked down, wanted to look at the floor but instead stopped at his waist. Fuck, I wanted him. Now.Slowly I started to undress. The panty first. He had seen and explored that part of my body before.Gripping the seam of my top I pulled it over my head, tossed it on the bed. Now I was as naked as he was, and I felt exposed. I did not dare to look at him.He walked around me, mustered me.. I bent over and suddenly felt a huge bubble of air rush down to where the balls were, about to forcefully push them out. I quickly tightened my sphincter as hard as I possibly could, to keep them from shooting out, and they shifted a little back up, but not without letting out the biggest, loudest, wettest sounding sloppy fart I've ever heard in my life! I was so embarrassed that I started to run out, but the running was making the balls want to shift back down! I had to start power walking. As I wasn't expected in New Orleans till that evening, it was no loss and some airline travel dollars gained. Several hours later we landed in Miami and transferred to the New Orleans flight. As I had volunteered for re-routing, the airline bumped me up to first class. Those who travel know there are advantages to that first class seat. You get on early and have a drink before take-off; you get off first, and there's a chance you even get a meal. So there I was, coolly sitting in first class,.