Tracey and Ritchie began to kiss a little more passionately following on from the recounting of our alleyway fuck. I could sense that things were hott...ing up. On looking at Ritchie's bulge growing in his tight jeans it became even more obvious. They kissed for a little while, Tracey's hand straying to his crotch area and his hands beginning to wander too. First a fumble at her tits, then a hand moving its way up her legs and darting into her pantyhose covered crotch.I was transfixed watching. But you, Your Grace, were undoubtedly much more active when you earned the DSC. Can you tell me about it? Or any of those other medals for gallantry you’re wearing?”“That was as neat a change of subject as I’ve ever seen,” he replied. “You’re obviously accustomed to receptions like this, but still, I’ve never seen such aplomb...” His statement tailed off when he realized she was just steadily shaking her head while wearing the warmest little smile he had ever seen.“I’m sorry, Your Grace, but. .. In the airplane seat!!! on a full plane. I have to be honest, I didn't last very long. I tapped her on her head to let her know I was cumming. But she didn't stop. She let me cum in her mouth and swallowed all of it. She sat up, winked at me and wiped her mouth with her finger. I smiled back to her while I put my trousers back on.I was still trying to figure out what happened. I looked at her body. She was so hot. I slowly put my hand between her legs and started caressing her. She obviously. That a good husband" she yelled at me.I started to smack her big tan ass. I used both my hands to spank that ass. "God! What are you doing? You never spanked me before. I love it." she moaned. I smiled. I then dropped down on my ass. I was close to the edge of the lounge chair. I started to jam my cock at a different angle in her pussy. She was moaning so loud, I thought the other neighbors might call the police. I finally stood back on my feet. I pulled my cock all the way out of her tight.