I quickly check nearby seats. The guys in the front: sleeping. The guys in the back: sleeping. The couple behind them... awake, and the boy looks at m...e. I smile, I nod, and I turn forward. I move myself as if I am arranging her to a more comfortable sleep. She has to let my tool go. But I am much more comfortable now. I use both my hands to slide down her all underwear. Her breathing is fast and loud. My hand returns to sweet wetness, massaging, probing, delving inside the juicy folds. For the. Her oval face was completely symmetric, which meant that both sides were exactly the same. Her straight nose ended above full curvy lips and her high cheekbones gave her an almost Egyptian look. Her hair was dark brown and naturally wavy. What caught his attention were her eyes. They had an odd color, something he had never seen before. The closest thing he could think off was caramel. Her skin was not tanned even though it was dark. Dressed in a short black cocktail dress and high heels she. He told her, quite clearly, that, at some point in the near future, he would ask her formally to marry him, and that, until that time, he would help her do whatever needed to be done to straighten out her situation. He told her that burning bridges was a very risky thing to do sometimes, and that she should leave as many of them intact as she could. That included the bridge that, if she thought about things, and decided she had been rash in her relationship with Bob, could be used to escape. Drowsiness was a possible side effect of her medicine. I wanted to make her horny not sleepy! When it seemed all was lost my medicine started to kick in. My cock enlarged and peaked over the waistband of my shorts. Then I felt myself become more horny than I ever thought possible. My nose twitched. It was Larissa. Her shorts were drenched with her pussy juices. I couldn't control myself. I got undressed and jumped onto the bed. I pulled down her shorts and panties. The smell increased.