I let out a sigh of relief and begin to process everything that happened today. I can’t believe that Tommy fucked me in the lavatory of that plane. ...s I recollect the happenings of the day I lean against the wall of the shower and moan and remember how his cock felt inside of me. I am so aroused yet feel so guilty at the thought of Tommy that I can’t help but to touch myself. I slide my finger into my wet pussy as I stroke my clit back and forth slowly. I start to moan and I start to picture. Her head thrashed back and forth. I then put one finger inside and felt her pussy contract. I moved it slowly in and out. She was flowing now. She was very close to orgasm number one. I pulled back a bit for a few breaths. Then started again. She begged me not to tease her. I very gently got her clit between my teeth and sucked on it. I put a second finger inside and then jackhammered her clit with my tongue. She lifted her ass clear off the bed and came in a flood. My face and neck were. I was at the peak when I jumped on him and with each caress or his hands, each kiss of his lips, each button undone I got more and more excited. Before I knew it I was sitting on top of him in just a bra and panties, and he was shirtless also. It was at that moment that I had the thought that I can not do this I have a boyfriend. Much to my surprise Damien didn’t force it saying that I know you will not do anything you don’t want to do, and you already know I am interested, when you are ready. Their wedding anniversary was the most important occasion in their lives, they agreed to that when they married. She just hoped she didn’t snap at him. She carried her shoes with her, the plush carpet felt decadently good to her abused feet. First thing tomorrow she was buying a pair of black flats, no matter how much he loved seeing her in higher heels. On normal days, it wasn’t so bad, she actually did get to get off her feet. The days between Thanksgiving and Christmas, however, it seemed as.