If he noticed the difference, he didn't bother to mention it. With my back to my chair, I slowly pulled off my shorts and underpants. I didn't rush it... because I wanted to check his reaction.I watched his face. Yep, he had glanced at my cock. For more time than would be considered polite, if you get my drift. I stood there a minute or so, my erection pointing right at his face, and made some small talk concerning the French cards. As I yammered away he was taking little sneak peeks at my dick. Pivot around, visually checking for traffic, then out on the runway.“Any particular choice of take-off regimen?”“It’s a Stearman, girl. Not much difference between ‘em.”“I know. Got used to it, but I can keep the tail low – soft field technique...”“Make yourself happy.”“I know all about flaps. Cessna 152’s got good flaps. I’m familiar...”And we’re in the air, climbing.“Okay,” he said. “You showed me your flight planning. Take me to Shreveport Downtown.”He’s looking for accuracy at holding. I slammed my door open hard enough to knock down the person on my side of the car and stepped out ready to do battle. "That's enough, Lady. Please? I surrender."Well, I am not a sadist, so I did nothing else but nail his hands to his ankles and put nails into his elbows and knees. That would hold him until the cops and EMTs could arrive. Our other assailant was treated the same way, but I did not wake him up with smelling salts, so he got off lighter than most people who attacked me. However,. Over and over, three, four, five times she came, each orgasm stronger and longer, as I urged her on. Finally she told me she needed to rest and catch her breath.What was I doing to cause these massive climaxes? I was talking to her. What was she doing to make herself come like that. She was listening.Nothing else occurred. No touching, no tweaking, no fondling, no licking, and no penetration. No erogenous zones were actually stimulated physically. Her mind did it all. Well, she credits my voice.