Deepak frenetically tried to fix his cock so no one could see the tent it had made. He got up behind her hoping no one was awake to see his tented pan...ts. Everyone he saw was asleep as they walked past a few seats towards the back of the large aircraft. Amrita stopped in front of the door of a toilet stall, looking around quickly she leaped in and dragged him in behind her locking the door. She grabbed him around the neck and pulled him to her, kissing him passionately. Deepak struggled for. I felt him grunting and breathing heavily against my neck and his hand under my arse lifted me higher off the floor as he thrashed in and out of me while he emptied himself. I held him tight, elated in the knowing that I, my body, my pussy, my cunt, had made this boy empty himself inside me. I felt so good, powerful, passionate, worthy, needed, and sexual. It was glorious. I held and kissed him while he regained his breath. I pulled his cock out and rolled him off me. I wanted to see his cock. "It isn't. That's plain English on the screen, yet you can't makeany sense of it at all." He pushed a pad of paper and a pen over to Alan."Write your name." Alan nervously took the pen. He put it to the paper and then hisbrow furrowed. Try as he might, he couldn't remember how to do it! Hecould remember signing his name a thousand times, but now that simpleaction was beyond his abilities. "Don't worry. It isn't permanent, I've just blocked off theportions of your brain dealing with written. The friction is amazing. There’s nothing like the feel of being fucked by a big cock. I tell him so and he growls. He loves it when I talk dirty; his girlfriend won’t. She’s too young, too inhibited. I have no shame. Sweat dampens his hair and drips down his chest. The delicious scent of hardworking male fills my nostrils. It’s so unbelievably hot in my garage with the door closed. Like a sauna. He’s breathing heavy, his body working hard. Jason never has any control when he takes me and I make.