She looked at me in shock then stared at my errect cock, i gasped and before i could say get out she had closed to door and locked it. I tried to cove...r my boner she asked "what are you doing" and locked me up and down, i was speechless i tried to mumble out some word but before I could she said "its ok you don't need to explain". She came towards me and moved my hands "wow that's pretty big for a little boy", "thanks" i mumbled out. She then sat on my lap and griped my cock and started to jerk. Since the weather was chilly, I did wait for the sun to clear the horizon before I left the apartment.Once the temperature cleared 35 degrees, I rolled the bike out and headed to Helen's. I had already decided that when the temperature stayed before 35 until 10AM, I would drive the car. The bike was fun, but I didn't plan to suffer too much just to ride it around.When I got to Helen's at almost ten, there was a totally different crowd. Most of the cops and medics were already home and in bed or. My connecting flight was on a regional jet. As I boarded, and the flight attendant greeted me, I immediately recognized her. As the title of this story indicates, she was - indeed - an Indian princess (BTW: that's Eastern Indian, as in India). Her smile was great to see, and I warmed up inside immediately. Why? I had flown on one of her flights a few months ago. The flight was only about 1/2 full, and I had 1st row seating. The flight attendant seat is quite close to the 1st row, so. But to have such a truly good husband who is also handsome is more than one woman deserves. Especially when he has a prick as nice as yours!’ With that, she began to run her tongue over the head of his swollen shaft–which was stranding out with such anticipation that the veins on the side were pulsing and the head was rock hard and purple. She soon began to slide her lips down the shaft, cleverly employing all the skills that she had learned from enjoying hiscock for so many years.’Oh, God,.