He'd stowed his jacket in his carry-on bag overhead, and looked insufferably at his ease.Lenore, on the other hand, was in her tailored Service Dress,... feeling hot and confined. Every time she looked over at him, he seemed smugly comfortable. She'd flown back from Diego last time in a tee-shirt and bluejeans, rather than the Utilities she'd worn onboard the Joy Redux and for the remainder of that weekend.This time, given that the US Military was on a high state of alert, Lenore would travel in. " And with that Don felt a pair of silk panties sweep up his legs and snuggle against his cockand ass. "Now raise your arms up." With out knowing why, other than because Mark has asked him to Don complies, doing what he is told, Don muses, is sooooo much easier than thinking or worse arguing. Silky fabrics come cascading down his arms and glow across his body. A dress? Don is startled and wants to run screaming from the house and reclaim his manhood... this has gone too far! But in the back of. .. then five pumps of load and eight seconds of orgasmic torment... his balls make more and more cum to keep up with demand, and his JIZZING gets more intense, and more pleasurable the more his body grows to count-on it!Let me put it this way: Each time a man lets himself cum into a girl's mouth, his penis has just taught him a little lesson in pleasure... a lesson his mind can neither ignore nor erase... a sneaky, slippery little lesson of pleasure that will be added to the *next time* it. So the closeness or distance between them at the breakfast table the next morning could often be explained by the relative success or failure of their time spent in the bedroom. Isn't it always? One night after they'd been out for a celebration, for instance, I heard them starting to fuck and so crept across to the shower room and heard her angry tone when he'd cum in her hair - her new hair-do. The next morning's silence across the breakfast table was therefore explained. Or when they were.