She watched me cum, smiling, holding her skirt up until I had cleaned up the last of the cum from my shaft, then she insisted on watching my cock grow...smaller as she stared, fascinated. The next session, I knew it couldn’t go on this way. She immediately tried to get me to unzip my pants but I told her, no, we need to study for at least the first half hour. She pouted but then she did it, answering every question instantly. At exactly the half hour she said “okay now let’s practice something. I nodded.I felt her lips at my ear again, and her hot breath down my neck as she whispered, "Can I change that?" I really thought that I was hearing things I wanted to hear until I felt her lips press against the sensitive area right under my ear, then again and again along my jaw. I was in shock, and my breathing was shallow. She kissed my cheek right along the corner of my mouth and I silently hoped that she would continue.With my eyes now closed, I waited to feel her lips on mine. I cracked. Waiting. I hear the car pull up, a girl giggling, that must be her. God I am so wet. He’s never let me watch before. I hear the door opening and two sets of foot steps walking in. They stop infront of me as my husband says“See I told you she was a slut”. I hear them kissing and a small moan escape her lips. Oh god I want to know what he’s doing! I feel clothes drop onto my lap, feels like a silky dress. She must be naked too. My Pusey is pulsing by this point. I’m dying to be touched. “Take off. "A souvenir," she winked at him and dropped a small package into his lap.When she had gone he opened the package and found her stockings and come-soaked knickers balled up together and tied with a ribbon. They smelled of Channel No 5, vaginal secretions and semen.Mike made that same trip a couple more times but he never saw Michele Bouvier again. When he asked after her, one of the other hosties explained to him that Michele was no longer working as a flight attendant and was now in charge of.