I had told myself that her flirtations were little girl like. That they weren't real offers to deliver the goods advertised. I knew all that, I'd figu...red it out from the start. Somehow, though, I convinced myself that if I pushed her, she'd have to deliver.Now what should I do? I didn't sleep at all that night, trying to figure out my best course of action. I knew there was still a chance that she'd have to come back to me. I figured that was what she had been wrestling with when she called me. Most were school supplied, but one bunch of a dozen where of her own making. These she looked over, making sure the fletch was still secure, the head tight and the nock still seated. None showed any wear or damage, so she went over the poor quality school arrows. Several she set aside for repairs as the fletch had started to come loose. In another pouch she had a small tube of glue and sinew for repairs of this sort. She was able to quickly bring the arrows back up to some level of usefulness. The aisle becomes busier as the tourist class passengers begin to board and my view of you is obstructed most of the time. I become interested in my reading and postpone looking at you again until the view becomes clearer. As we start to taxi out for our take off I notice that two lucky guys are assigned to sit with you and are like bookends on both sides of your luscious body. Your pleated skirt is hiked up quite high on your thighs as you sit reading a magazine, I don’t know what magazine it. Her pussy lips were tightly stretched around the widest part of his head, but the ridge had not yet gone inside. He was really stretching her, and despite the fact that it hurt a little, Missy was tempted to tell him to put it in and take her virginity for, to be honest, she didn't have a boyfriend to save it for. Well, she was dating a new boy, Jimmy, but nothing serious was happening there, at least, not yet. Sex was the only thing that boys wanted anyhow, so if she did it, she would just be.