His face was like that of a statue's – thin aquiline nose, high cheekbones, full lips, and strong square jaw. The powdery paleness of his skin appea...red even whiter, contrasted against his silky jet black hair, and resembled the luster of cold marble. Great makeup job! Nancy grinned. And costume too! He sported an expensive looking European tuxedo that had a regal flare and a sweeping floor-length black velvet cape with a blood-red silk lining. "You must be Count Dracula," she said in mock. All I could hear was the sound of the plane. Her mouth was all over my dick. I continued fingering her from the back until she came. As she came, she sucked harder on to my cock.Being Indian, I expected her to be more conservative. However, once the lights went out she got me hot. All I wanted to do was to fuck her. But she refused and felt scared to do it on the seat.I convinced her to go to the toilet. I followed her and as the door closed, I had her panties off and got her to kneel down. I. It didn’t help much that the top two buttons were open on the flannel shirt she wore over her braless chest. Whether she intended to or not, she was giving the young guy an eye-full.“Yes, and ... do you have a firearm in your vehicle?”His eyes widened in fearful surprise as he tightened his hold on his 9mm and took a step backward. He had spotted the ammo clip in Sheila’s breast pocket. The empty holster protruding out from under the dashboard didn’t help ease the alarm bells ringing in his. She opened the door and was surprised to see Amy, the 18 year old friend of Marsha's daughter Emily."Amy, come on in, you're soaking wet." Marsha almost pulled Amy in her front door, noticing rain dripping off Amy's long brown hair. She also noticed the way Amy's wet cotton blouse clung to her bosom, and she felt awkward looking at the teenager that way.Marsha closed the door and shepherded Amy into the kitchen, where she handed her the two clean dishtowels that were on the counter. Amy took.