---Laura and Jennifer were partners in every way possible at these dinners. They anticipated each others moves. They had come to New Canaan years ago....Both from religious backgrounds. Each with no illusions about their nature. They knew they were gay, and yet each acquired a husband and had children in hopes of keeping some allegiance to their middle class origins. Each had been corrupted in similar ways. With Laura it been on the soccer team in high school. She was sixteen, athletic, and. He was in his 40’s and had little hair on his head. He smiled at me and his hand slid higher up my leg so that he finally reached my crotch. When he touched my pussy he said “You’re a bad girl aren’t you? You aren’t wearing any panties.”At this moment the stewardess came down the aisle between the seats. He pulled his hand out from under the blanket and told her that I must have had a bad dream and that he was looking out for me. The stewardess asked me if I was ok and then asked the man if he. .I needed no more...I was overtaken by pussy happiness...consumed in my own seeping moisture mixed with his added tongue wetness. I was addicted to my clits imploring need for attention and it was getting it share. Then more than its fair share. Oh fuck it was all me... my clit...my clit...my beautiful clit...imploding and exploding as the knowledgeable prick was grabbing, squeezing, manipulating the skin fold over my clitty, with his thumb and forefingers: divine, rubbing the skin over my. . three of me in this body was getting crowded. My old brain knew what was going on ... my young body couldn't stop it ... didn't want to stop it ... couldn't wait to sink that pole into warm hot soft grasping fluttery ... accident in my pants.Lucy Lou saw the spreading stain. There was a sudden smell of woman. She blushed bright red and fled the room. I heard her shout, "Charles! Charles! I need you! Now!" Lucile Louise what has come over you..."The bedroom door slammed. Seconds ... well ....