He is a hero. I am no different. My mind and body knew what to do. Hell, one part of it was already doing it. My initial shock was quickly fading and ...as being overcome with much less sophisticated thoughts and urges. They were much more basic and primitive. I was rising to the occasion, literally. I couldn’t let all those people in that plane die. One false step and we would be doomed. I had to perform brilliantly. It was all up to me. I couldn’t let them down. My mind, although a. She knew exactly what she was doing, and then of all things she started a conversation with her mum about her tights saying how glossy and sheer the tights she had on were, she told her mum how soft they felt to wear saying to her mum to touch them to see, this was too much for me.Then her daughter turned to me and asked if when I saw her at first I thought she had had tights on or not as they were really natural nude in colour and almost invisible, I stuttered "err! I hadn't noticed" thats. It was the longest and best kiss I had ever shared with anyone. Eventually she pulled away, reached out and unbuttoned my shirt while with the other hand unzipping my pants. Her lips went to my nipples and my hard cock was pulled out into the night air. It took her seven kisses to work her way down across my stomach till she was positioned right at the end of my manhood. There was already a drop of pre-cum on the tip of my pecker. Jan licked it off and let out a moan that you could tell was. I couldn’t resist a sneaky whiff. I smoothed my hands over his glistening pantyhose thighs. ‘I can’t fucking wait for this,’ I beamed. ‘Neither can I,’ he said. I placed a few soft pecks on the underside of his lycra encased balls, and delicately searched his eyes, as if I were testing him. ‘If only poor Kev knew what we getting up to,’ I teased. I got to my feet and pranced and danced around with my hands clasped to my face in mock shock. ‘Oh tights! Whatever would we do without our luxury.