The flight attendant refilled his coffee cup as he shifted in his seat. ‘Can I get a blanket for your wife, sir?’ she asked with a smile. ‘Thank...s, no,’ George answered. ‘She looks comfortable enough and I don’t want to wake her.’ The flight attendant nodded and moved on. George asked himself how many times in the past thirty years he had watched Helen as she slept. The answer was that there had been too many to count. He wondered how many times the roles had been reversed—same answer. It had. I want to see how it feels." I gulped, she said: "We won't tell mom and dad, okay?"I hard a raging hard on at that point, my head was spinning, my breath was labored, I said something like "I guess we could try it." "Good" she said, and proceeded to climb up, straddle me with her supple, soft thighs and lifted up her t shirt a little. She was wearing no panties. She had dark pubic hair and a sexy tan line. I pulled down the covers and slid off my underwear exposing my hard cock. "Oh wow" she. Slide mouth down cock as far as possible. Slide mouth back up. Repeat until completion. So, after that little bit of a sidetrack, I’m back on target, sliding my mouth up and down this cock to the audible delight of its owner. Sure, I can’t really get a whole lot of this monster in my mouth, maybe the inch or two until it hits the back of my tongue and I know I’m a nudge away from gagging, but I feel like I’m doing a pretty good job. I’ve got a good rhythm going. Each slide down the cock pushes. "You mean 'Big Daddy'?" she asked. Dave nodded 'yes'. "I've always wondered why they call him 'Big Daddy'." Betty continued as she resumed wiping her breasts with the towel."Well, you pull him back here and you'll see why." Dave took Betty by the arm and ushered her through the door with her breasts still hanging out of her dress."Why don't I take care of that obligation right now while you gentlemen are eating?" Martha turned and seemed to flow off the seat, as soon as the door to the supply.