" “Good,” Kingford said. "And as I expected, after seeing you're smart and quite conniving."Gina smiled. “What about that disc?”“Right top d...rawer, where I keep my panties," Gina said. "Daddy never goes in there.”“How do I know this is the real thing,” Kingford asked after finding the disc, "and the only copy?"“I want you to fuck me again of your own desire. Not even Daddy gets me off like you did today, and he's good when he takes me. Screwing you over will keep you from being the lover I want. Slamming into me, his thighs slapping against my buttocks, his hands holding my waist firmly, pulling me back onto him, tossing me around like a rag doll.“Oh, fufuck, ungh, mnmm,” He pounded me and then grunted and I felt his cock swell inside me as he heaved forwards. I would have been knocked over if he wasn't holding onto me. His body jerked as he bred me, filling my cunt with his seed, a loud satisfied sigh escaping me. Pete lay on top of me gently, supporting himself on his elbows as he. Like holding my breath, I’ve just got to hold on till she can touch me. So, like on every other flight, I occupy my time by carefully planning our bathroom escape route.Luckily, this trip is already appearing more promising than the last cross country flight. On that ride we sat next to a large, smelly woman who put the “kibosh” on any action for me that trip. It was just miserable…In partnership with her Internal Voice (known to me as IV), we bother her enough to trigger some erotic fantasies.. She also said she thinks we can get to the point where I won’t need the shades and ear protection if we keep working on it. Yay on that! On the speech issue, she’s says at this point there’s at least two separate medical things going on. The migraine and something else and she’s not sure what the other thing is yet. Anxiety makes it worse as it feeds into the migraine. So she’s glad I’m seeing my therapist. One thing that annoys the living piss out of me is when you have an invisible disability.