I mean, what if we..? God I want to you're so fucking wet.." he mumbled as Mandy squeezed her thighs together, then slid his hand from beneath the fol...s of her taffeta skirt."I will be upstairs, near the top of the stairs at the entrance, ok? "She smiled and winked. "If you come up, then we'll find a quiet place."With that, Mandy stood and walked as steady as she could on shaky legs and quivering thighs. She could feel her pussy dampen the sheer crotch of her pantyhose as her pink-dyed heels. I admired the view as he bent over to put the beer on the lower shelf of the fridge. He pulled two cold ones out and offered me one with a slight smirk on his face. “Thanks,” I said, attempting to swallow my irritation with his abrupt discontinuation of our make out session. I popped a top and took a healthy swig. Beer wasn’t my favorite type of alcohol in the world, but it was alcohol, and… “did you know you can’t buy wine in a convenience store in this state?” I asked him. “The clerk said…”. He placed my hands on the edge of the bed and pulled my feet out wide, again making me kneel in the doggy position. I turned around and looked at him. He had found a bottle of cream in my bathroom and he was applying it to his cock which was now totally erect again. 'Oh my', I thought he's going to fuck me again.After lubricating his cock well he pulled my waist out so that my arsehole stuck out for him. I realised what he wanted. He was going to sodomise me. The very thought excited me. I had. It took less than thirty minutes to find a flight from O’Hare to Sacramento. There was a Delta flight leaving at three o’clock and arriving just after seven in the evening, and I booked three tickets in their names. They only had a couple of hours to get to O’Hare. I called Georgia back. ‘Okay, Georgia. You don’t have much time to get to the airport. Your flight leaves at three this afternoon. It’s almost noon there now. Are you going to be able to make it?’ ‘Yes. We’ll make it. I’ll arrange.