Maybe… things to do, or your name. Useful things like that,’ she drawled lightly before pressing the button on the coffee grinder. This sent the c...at back to the credenza. ‘Oh, come on now,’ Helen continued, laughing softly as she tapped the fresh grounds into the coffee filter. ‘Surely you’ve heard that before.’ It was quite a few minutes later before the feline returned to her breakfast, crunching away at the dry food. It wasn’t until later when the coffee had brewed and Helen was reaching for. " Then stop it. Phil, you are a hunk. I don't know why you don't think so, but you are. You have a nice body, a great big dick, and you are smart. So stop trying to sabotage yourself." Okay." Good." She said with a sigh as the edge left her voice. "Now eat up. The flight isn't over yet and you will need your energy."The snack of dry morsels that the airline called dinner was over quickly. Looking at Lana, I could see she was still hungry, but not for food. She watched me like a cat with a. I placed my hands under my head as I listened to the slurping, sucking sounds she happily made. She paused every few seconds to lick and kiss the entire length of my shaft telling me how good I tasted and what an amazing dick I had. She continued boosting my ego until I couldn't stand it any longer. I told her I was close and her reaction was a mumbled moan of delight. I moved my hands from under my head, placing them on hers as she bobbed up and down on me.“Damn, woman that feels amazing.. " She kissed me again. I sat on the edge of the steps and pulled her to my lap, rolling her nightdress up with both hands."What is going on here?" I asked as I ran my thumbs up the inside of her smooth thighs and enjoyed the sound of her eager moan. I found her slit behind its hairy veil, damp and warm."I am General Frederickson's mistress," she said quietly, kissing my eyes. I let my hands get to know the ripe lady, cupped her breasts, loosed the drawstring at her throat and then gnawed at her.