Watching Carla move was an experience in itself. She was 5’8′ of grace in motion, sexy but not consciously so. She knew she was pretty and that fa...t was undeniable. Carla had begun working for Don Porter two years after high school and was making as much money as some of the top Porter salesmen in a just a bit over 2 years. At first, some of the guys resented it and complained to Don that it was her flirty manner of dress. Don had countered that yes, Carla dressed like a girl and loved being. The vibrations of the landing seem to flow directly to between my legs and I can’t help but bite my lip and whimper. The old man, looks over and smiles. “My granddaughter has the same problem. She is perfectly fine with flying until right before we land.” I smile and see past him out the window to see that it is night here. All of a sudden everything is moving too fast and I am headed through the tarmac following signs to where I need to go. I can feel my heart beating faster when I find myself. I got to handle a soft cock and had the chance to not only just make him cum, but first get him hard. I took it and was literally playing with it at first, like I might my own on the web site when I've had no stimulation. I played like that probably awkwardly for a bit, thinking of whether or not I could suck it without being thoroughly turned on myself. As I played, it was a bit uncomfortable leaning over slightly that way and I knew I'd be sore doing that for any length of time so I knelt. The spring here was still flowing, but its trickle of water was scant. The pool it fed showed rings of white where its level had dropped, and Ch'Dan muttered uneasily behind his drooping moustache."Bad. This is bad. So early the springs die this year."Ch'Wing only shook his head angrily, urging his pony up the side of a towering ridge. "Come on," he called back impatiently. "We can use this one if we have to, but we still have another one to check."Their flagging ponies had drunk thirstily of.