" Her co-pilot, their aircraft? You mean she flew a plane all the way up from South Africa herself?" I exclaimed."Oh yes," Marianne chuckled. "Perhaps...I'd better explain a little of her background. I first met her in a Cape Town nightclub seven or eight years ago. It seems her late father owned a large winery in Cape Town, along with several of his own private vineyards... rather famous in local wine circles from what I understand. Anyway, he died of a sudden heart attack a few years back and. The airport was pretty quiet and I walked to the end of a terminal that was really quiet. There was a bathroom towards the end and really not many people about at all. Just imagine if he was following me... As I entered the bathrooms I looked back and there he was! Holy shit, he was following me.In the bathroom there were a row of urinals and unoccupied toilets on the right, a random guy was washing up and leaving the room. There was nobody else in there.I went to the last cubicle, without. She was rubbing her clit furiously as she continued to bury our meat in her sluthole. After her second cum she climbed off us, she was knackered, we were both stiff as fuck.“Your mum’s got a toy under our bed, Chris, how about you go and fetch it?” I walked upstairs, dick still like a flagpole and had a look under my parent’s bed. Along with a fuck off dildo there was also a stack of porno mags that I had left behind when I went to college, I’d have a word with dad about that later. I. “Knock yourself out.” I said. She immediately had me in her hands. “Dad”, she said, “what is this loose skin near the end?” I explained that I was uncircumcised and that all men were not and most were circumcised. As she continued handling me, I grew harder and harder, which did not escape her notice. Kelli isn’t stupid and asked if I was turned on by her touching me. I told her yes, and it was a natural reaction, especially when a cute girl was touching it. She seemed very happy with this.