Tristin was envious. He looked so warm and comfortable in his faded jeans and thick black sweater. She carefully stepped past him, being that there wa...s just enough legroom, and sat down in a huff. She had made it. Placing her purse and bag beneath the chair, she took off her coat. The man next to her turned his back and was now facing the isle. She made a note not to bother him if possible. ‘Can I take that for you?’ The flight attendant asked as Tristin looked for a place for her coat. ‘Oh,. "I think that I had just a little too much Jack Daniel yesterday," she replied, "and now I have a humdinger of a headache." Did you take anything for it?" A couple of aspirin, but they didn't help a whole lot." Well, if you're sure you don't want to go, I'll ask Jason." Okay."Jason felt his prick lurch again. Maybe this was his chance. If he stayed home with his mother, maybe he could get into her panties even if she did have a headache. Or maybe she was faking it so she could stay home with. I'll be alright."Sara Jean retreated back to her apartment.Ultimately, it was morbid curiosity that moved her. She told herself she had errands to run, a life to live. She told herself she was not going to be sent to her room and told to wait by some stranger, no matter how hot she was. Sara Jean started telling herself this, however, only after the sounds started drifting up from La Ronda's apartment, directly below. The noise didn't transmit as well as from Heather's apartment so Sara Jean. Meeting his gaze with her own, she leans forward, licking his cock from base to tip. Taking just the head in her warm, wet mouth, she uses her tongue to stroke his head. Backing away, she lets his cock pop out of her mouth. Blowing across the tips, shivers run through this body. Without warning, she sucks in his cock, gagging slightly as she swallows his entire length. Gripping a fistful of hair, he holds her steady as he begins to fuck her mouth. Humming a bit, sending vibrations along his.