. get nervous around girls." Are you nervous around me? I'm a girl," she said with a disarming smile."Well... I... I guess not." I stammered."Is there... a particular girl that you'd like to get to know better? Maybe I can help." Re... really?"She moved over to the seat next to me. "Of course. But you have to promise me something." Sure! What is it?" You can't tell anybody," she stared into my eyes, putting a hand on my thigh."A... about what Ms. Hayes" About what I'm about to do." Her hand slid. How long it went on before she felt the bed shift and strong hands pushing her knees apart, she didn’t know. Her eyes snapped open, and she saw Brian above her, knee walking forward with his cock covered in latex. His face glistened with her juices still, and it was a little red from the curls around her pussy scratching him, but he wore a hungry smile. Her pleasure-fogged brain had barely processed that when she felt the tip press against her folds. A moment later, a deep groan rumbled in her. She was a little older than Demi, and at the office the girl looked as sweet as a novitiate, but in gray, silk crepe slacks--with a laptop. It was wicked of her to even think of it! To corrupt someone so young - but she had to do it, had to. She had been dreaming about it for years. Demi’s lips parted. Her tongue inched out. She inched forward. Did Isabella just scoot her tiny ass toward me? She wasn’t sure, but then the little femme moved her hands down and literally pulled her ass cheeks. The flight attendant comes around asking what we would like to drink. You tell her just a bottle of water for me, but a scotch on the rocks for you. I pout a little at this. But when our drinks come, you repeatedly dip your finger in your drink and bring it to my lips to suck dry. I end up having as much as of your drink as you did, and you got to enjoy me sucking your fingers for much of the flight.We land. As we go to collect our luggage, you see a family bathroom on the way and we go in. I.