Victor had been very busy during three days and finally we were boarding a plane to fly back home…While sitting on the plane I asked a blanket and r...ceived one and a pillow. Victor’s seat was in the aisle and I was on the middle. We had to get up to allow a man go through us, to his window seat. He was a black man, really huge, much bigger than my husband. Sitting in between them, I had no room to move.The plane took off, for a nice four hours night flight. It was dark in the cabin except for a. I wondered if she would see my obvious hard on and be alert.I held up my hand and loudly told her to "Stop right there young lady." She looked up confused. She had been concentrating on her cycling so much she didn't even see me until I called out. She quickly pulled to a stop and looked up at me, already looking a little nervous. I have found that the secret is to be commanding and assertive as hell. Even the most innocent girl will start to wonder what she did wrong when I'm standing there. ”“Well,” he says as his smile turns to a grin. “I guess you can say we are more lovers than friends.”“Lovers? What?” she asks incredulously. “That’s not possible. Tiffany would never with someone your age.”Max steps forward, moving with an even pace, slow and steady. “You don’t have to believe it,” he says. “In fact I do not care if you do or not. But I’m not her for here. I’m here for you.”Grace steps back until she bumps her back into the counter. Her hand reaches behind, searching for. He figured this sassy lezz would appreciate his straightforward approach. "Yes, ma'am... I'm gonna tell. I will fuckin ruin your sorry ass and your hoity toity library career for the rest of your goddamn life. But that won't happen if you cooperate with me." She rolled her eyes and put one hand on her substantial hip. "Cooperate with you? Fuck off, Big Man. Get your ass out of here before I call security."Oh, she was a wild buckin bronco. This was better than anything Master Tom could have.