I continued to ignore it and soon, they called our flight. I found my seat. The balance of my trip home was pretty uneventful.I had called no one at h...me, to let them know that I was on the way, we landed in Des Moines, and now I had to get from there to home. I had about 125 miles to go to get home, it was February, and it wascold. I pulled my uniform overcoat from my sea bag, something I had never had an occasion to wear. With my uniform blouse and it I barely had enough clothes on to stay. My fingers push around inside her, feeling every bit of her insides. She is breathing heavily, shaking with pleasure. My fingers brush over a spot inside her that feels different, almost spongy. I brush back over it and my love moans loudly. Apparently it felt good, so I press my fingers to it and keep rubbing. She cries out loudly at my pleasuring of this spot. I feel her start to shake harder. ‘Oh god…It’s coming!’ She cries loudly. I rub the spot a bit more and she gives another loud cry. I. But that didn’t matter, I thought, since I was only going to have a glass of wine and enjoy the scene. To my surprise, after a couple of minutes a very pretty young brunette came up to me and asked me if I would buy her a drink. It’s true that I had been admiring her from a distance as she danced with a young man, but I had had no intention of getting her attention. She was in her early twenties, almost two decades younger than I. But it seemed rude to say no, and her perfume was so subtly. We agreed there was no point in making threats if we weren't prepared to carry them out. So there I was sitting in my 'spanking position' on the arm of the sofa when Becky arrived back from school. As she put down her school bag she realised what was going to happen, "Oh no," she said shaking her head. "You're not going to spank me again." Jill cut in, "You know the deal." "Then I'll pack my bags and leave," she screamed and stormed off to her room. Jill's face was a picture of panic, "do.