But it wasn’t enough. By now my pussy ached to be touched, licked and filled with the hard cocks that surrounded me. My beautiful boys obviously rea...d my mind. James quickly unbuttoned my jeans and smiled when he saw my purple thong – his favourite colour and mine. He pushed it to one side and dropped to his knees. He knew what I wanted instinctively. He always had. I was so turned on his tongue slipped easily between my wet pussy lips. He lapped at me as if he’d never tasted pussy before. I. Suddenly, the fat man let out a long snort. Looking down I saw he was asleep and already snoring. I looked back at Becca. Why dont you take the window seat, I dont think you want to sit next to him. Are you sure? she asked. Yeah go ahead. I gestured to the window seat and she sat down. I followed and took the middle seat. The fat guy was squishing into me. Here, she said. Becca lifted up the arm rest between us, so I could move away from the fat guy, and closer to her. Finally, the plane took. " Then I'll think of a name." She paused, then, "I think you make alittle flower just coming out in bloom, let me see, Rose, Poppy no, I'vegot it, you're Daisy. Now tell me your name girl." Daisy." He practically spat the name."I think that until you get back to being a man, if you ever do, youshould call me by my maiden name, Miss Jones. Don't forget it Daisy."By the time he slid his legs into her passenger seat Daisy was shakingwith fear and glad he had refused breakfast as he surely. He, also, didn't seem to know the content of her note to me. Should I tell him and ask him for his help in figuring out what happened to Joanna? Should I trust him with our private life? Then again, Joanna trusted him implicitly — she had told me often enough what a good friend he was to her — so maybe I should trust him too.I've always prided myself in being a good judge of character and I decided to trust my instinct. "There seems to be a problem, Nathan. Would you please come on in? I need.