Here he is: [Mod edit] Picture Removed [/Mod edit]Isn't he a sweetie? And he's really nothing like the pervert he's madeout to be.I knew you wouldn't ...be disappointed. Actually, it isn't the photo Itook. He wouldn't let me use that. (I thought it was we women who weresupposed to be vain.) But he gave me a picture of himself taken beforeall that lard loaded, and insisted I use that. So there you go; a littlefishy, wishy-dishy, picture instead.[Mod edit] Replacement picture removed following. ‘thank you paul, sweet of you to say, my name is lara’ i smiled and shook his hand, put a strand of my long curls behind my ear and crossed my legs. he tried to get back to his magazine but i could see him checking my legs out from the corner of his eye. i smiled to myself, this will be fun! the plane took off, snacks and drinks were served as a movie started playing, i ordered some white wine. paul made some small talk about the movie, our destination, his work, i answered and smiled, didn’t. Instead of the drops of sweat dripping off my chin, they stretched out and hung off my chin like I had just received a facial. It ran into my mouth and I got to drink some more of the cum from the night before. I had never enjoyed a run so much in my whole life. It was finally over however and I reluctantly showered off. I was so horny from the audacity of the morning and the lingering flavor of cum that I headed directly to my favorite ABS (adult bookstore) hoping for some breakfast. It was. She stuffed my modestly aroused dick into her willing sheath of wetness and I felt the blood pumping my cock full once again. I had to admit I was not as hard as I’d like to have been as she sank over the shaft she craved more than life itself. Somehow I got hard enough and she rose and fell over me until she came and came again with howls of pure lust echoing through the room. When she had completed her own needs she again rolled off to my side and cuddled against me, a feeling unsurpassed by.