Leg pressed against leg. Our conversation leaving little innuendoes for each other to interpret. When I eased passed him to go to the toilet, his hand... brushing lightly over my ass. If we had met at a bar I would be taking him back to my place for a nightcap.We drank and ate the meal that was served as the plane continued on toward its destination.The cabin lights were dimmed and those wishing to sleep were already doing so, whilst others chatted. The chatter dieing as more and more decided to. .. which went sorta like this:TV: First female win in years. How does it feel?Abbie: I knew it was coming ... I just had to get to the front and stay there.TV: Yes ... you’ve had some collisions with lapped race cars.Abbie: Not that I’m accusing any one ... but it seemed strange that it was always the same driver who wrecked me.TV: Ah yes, Not to name names but that particular driver has always been very vocal about women drivers and their inappropriateness out of the kitchen.Abbie had been. Frank told them during band practice that he was entering them in a battle of the band’s competition, and Ann wanted him to fly out so that they could start recording his song. She wanted him to record with them, and would not take no for an answer. The recording would take three days, and would take place at their music company’s recording studio in Los Angeles. They haven’t practiced anymore phone sex, since their last disaster, but Ann made it clear that she wanted more…whatever more meant,. As our tongues danced, I undid the fly of his jeans, freeing his prick. I looked up at him as I lowered myself down and took his cock into my mouth. I sucked hungrily at the head of his cock, flicking the pisshole with my tongue and swirling it up and down the shaft and stroking him into my mouth. His cock, my hand and my cheeks were covered in saliva and precum. I continued devouring his cock until he couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed me, roughly, by the shoulders and pulled me up to kiss.