"Stop! Stop it! I have to pee!" he cried out, trying to scoot away from me, but I was relentless. "I'm serious!"Finally satisfied, I sat back, panting... and hot. My hair was in my face, so I reached up to pull it back into a pony tail. He sat up to lean against the wall and I noticed him staring at my chest. I'm not that big, but my arms were up and my shirt was stretching across my breasts, outlining them clearly.I gave him a disgusted look. "Seriously?" Sorry," he said sheepishly and blushed a. Amber then gripped him tighter and increased her speed. John’s breath caught in his lungs. He started to whimper a little, which told me he was about to cum. Amber stopped stroking him and slid down onto her knees in front of him. I knew at that point my presence was going to be known. I decided I should still wait for an invite before joining. Again Amber took John in her hands and slowly stroked his cock, while she leaned over and took his balls into her mouth. John inhaled sharply; I was not. Sadly, it appears that the author was unable to finish the work. For almost eight years, Charlie, the protagonist of the stories, has been left, stuck in a plane seat, desperately in love with Amy and on his way home to tell her of his love.Eventually I worked up the nerve to write my own ending to the series, "Amy's Smile: A Conclusion." But there were a number of ideas for the story left bumping around in my brain that didn't make it into that submission. Mostly for my own pleasure, I decided. I didn’t care, so I bent over and stole a kiss. Helen smiled at my persistence as she stepped into the shower. JT, as he now thought of himself, fixed a couple of sandwiches as Helen tidied herself. She spent a couple of minutes going through the kitchen and pantry to create as thorough a list as possible. Out here in the boonies, it just wasn’t practical to run to the market if something was missing.With sandwiches and a couple of Dr. Pepper’s in hand, Helen got in behind the wheel and headed.