“Careful, Peter, don’t forget, you need to ask mommy nicely, if you want to spurt your dirty mess on her best stockings!”I glanced up, noticing ...her mocking smile. “Please mommy, can I spill my sperm on your nylons?”“The dirty sperm, from your tiny pee-pee, you mean, Peter?”I blushed, but continued my impossibly arousing, degrading, exciting thrusting. “Please mommy, can I spill the dirty sperm from my tiny pee-pee on your sexy nylons?”“I would love you to Peter, as long as you wash them. ."I sat slightly forward hoping that the young Captain sitting across the isle from me would get a good view down my shirt. I had rather ample bosoms and the low cut shirt and Victoria Secret bra I was wearing made them look even bigger.He had caught my eye when he boarded the plane and I had hoped that he would take the seat next to me. To my luck, an overweight aging business man sat next to me, and the Captain sat across the isle next to an even larger woman. I listened as he spoke softly to. ‘Ah, he replied. ‘A bit of a cold front?’ I smiled, nodded, and taking him the hand led him back to dry land. We quickly got to work putting our tent up, but left our sleep mats outside, next to each other, sleeping bags on top, Nothing was spoken, it was just a tacit agreement that we’d not be going into the tent for some time. We quickly boiled some water and ate the freeze-dried meal we had for tea, washed down with a coffee, fortified with a nip of brandy from Tim’s handy hip flask. I. I shook my head.“Anton would never forgive me if I took you away now. And you will not believe how good this dessert is.” I rested my hand on her bare thigh. She spread her legs even more in response and smiled up at me, her head still tilted back. She looked like the veritable cat that swallowed the canary.She straightened up slowly, then bowed her head, “As my lord and master wishes. Maybe you could fuck me before and after you flog me?” She ended on an up-note.I felt myself hardening again..