Joanne laughed off my concerns, swearing nothing could be further from the truth, she definitely was neither lesbian or Bi.We drank to that, cracking ...open our wine duty-free, and before long we chatted as old friends, reciting some ribald times with passengers, in similar situations as tonight, somehow I was glad to hear she had been with men, but something in me was excited about her, I could not put my finger on it, but when she took her top and brassiere off, I gasped at the perfection of. She didn’t even realise, but it was probably the best head I’d ever had. I leaned against the bed, watching her go, those soft delicate hands on my thighs, her soft long hair brushing my thighs. I could tell that she was too young for me, but she was already so sexy, so pretty, wearing makeup and high heels, with panties that most girls her age weren’t allowed to have. I found myself wondering what she would look like in a few years, and whether I would still know her. But my mind was pulled. “You don’t expect me to go to bed with you?”“No, I most decidedly do NOT expect you to go to bed with me! I didn’t do those things today because I was expecting sex, I did them because I wanted to, and because we’re friends. In case you hadn’t noticed, I got a suite with two bedrooms!”“You don’t want to?”“There’s a very wide gap between things we desire and things we ought to do or have the right to expect. At this point, desire no longer factors into the equation in any way, shape, or form.”“I. I found her clit and stroked it as she moaned. I moved my other hand over her belly and pushed till I located her clit once more. I tickled it as my other hand entered her from behind. I could feel all her inside muscles clamp down on my finger. I chewed on her neck, shoulders and ears, leaving marks all the way. She whispered my name. I was sliding my finger in and around her as my other hand teased her clit. Her hips started to speed up, so I quickened as well. I slid in yet another finger..