"Jon Paul just smiled to himself as he left her room feeling no remorse. He was done with her anyway, he thought. Amber did not notice her phone being...in a different place than where she left it. Jon Paul had erased the history of the last call made.As the large, American Airlines, jet climbed to a cruising altitude, Amber tried to deal with her guilty conscience. It was done, she had no excuses, but what now. Should she tell Bill? No, of course not, she thought. It was Paris, four thousand. , and how America is falling apart, I saw a yard sign that said:NEED HELP?CALL JESUS1-800-005-3787Out of curiosity and desperation, I did.A Mexican showed up with a lawnmower.This is a contribution from DennisA priest and a Rabbi are sitting next to each other on an airplane.After a while of talking about their day the priest asked the rabbi, "Are you still prohibited from eating pork?"The Rabbi replied "yes, we have strict dietary restrictions."The Priest thought for a minute and then. I’m sorry, Dad. That just sort of slipped out. Grandpa said he’ll watch for that.”“No harm done, Tobias.”When we were done with the ride, I was noticing the weather. That pretty much made it time to take the Skyway to Fantasyland.Once we were off the Skyway, we headed for the Haunted Mansion. The clouds were starting to roll in, so it was nice hitting the front of the line and avoiding the rain. This was an interesting ride, the way they used brightly lit reflections on tilted glass, to show. I ran my finger up and down my slit, feeling and spreading the moisture around a bit. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter with each stroke of my finger. I wanted your cock to fill me. I was entirely too aroused to even think about sleep now, but waking you up obviously wasn't an option. I got up and retrieved my toy from its spot in the bathroom, and returned to my chair. As I waited for the computer to start, I again began to stroke my slit. I listened closely to make sure you were.