Oh, well. I suppose the world can wait on my next executive decision. Let’s go upstairs, sweetie, and scratch that itch.’ I guess I was practicall...y dragging her upstairs. We got in our bedroom and I attacked her. I couldn’t help it. Her clothes were flying. My clothes were flying. I picked her up and kissed her as I carried her to the bed. Dee Dee is older now, and she requires a little working up to become properly lubricated. But I was ecstatic to note that her juices were already flowing.. I said let’s go to my room.She made sure the kid was sleeping and we went to my room. I locked the door and pressed her against it as I started kissing her hard. She began to wrap her legs around me and I brought down my hands and shifted her legs up. I carried her up to the bed and at this point she was biting neck and ear. I put my hands in her hands and kissed her on her neck. I slowly unzipped her nighty zip till it revealed beautiful cleavage. I moved my tongue all over that as I started. All of that became very important over the next few hours.“The airport was using the mushroom theory of management, and it looked like there was going to be longer than a little wait. Three of us got something to eat at the barbeque place, and two guys were slamming down beers like the county was going dry tomorrow. After about an hour – your flight was long gone – one of the guys headed for the restroom.”Ruth Holcomb, one of the young mothers, stood and took up the story in a soft voice we. “You want to do that?” I tried to find a polite way to say no. “I… don’t know, Minda…”“Oh, please.” It was almost a whine. She continued running her mouth and tongue around my breasts. “I want to so bad. I want to push my body into yours; I want to feel it inside you.”I was still reluctant. “I’m not so sure, Minda.” I reminded her that I didn’t even like to put my fingers inside my vagina when I masturbated.She pulled away and looked me straight in the eye. “How do you know you won’t like it.