I wondered if I would see any of the old crew I knew... I kind of missed the action, but did okay in my new field of endeavour, it's surprising how so...me people are fascinated by writers of erotic fiction.As I made my way to my window seat I saw two lovely young women, sitting together across the aisle from me, looking at me, and one nudged the other, and whispered excitedly in her ear. Smiling at them, I took my seat, and much to my relief the aisle seat next to me stayed empty. After take-off,. “Hi,” she said, tossing her sperm-glued locks over her shoulders. She was looking up at me with big doe-eyes as her nimble fingers started opening my belt and zipper. There was a mirror behind her, in case I wanted to admire the nice shape of her naked ass and bouncy curls from that angle too.“Umm, hi...” I said barely audibly, afraid to touch her, until I finally moved my hand onto her shoulder. The curls tickled but I had to try my best not to flinch when I felt something slimy in them. Whispering, mousy return: “Daddy, my Daddy, I want you in me so much. Never, ever stop”. And slow it was. We rocked together for a long time. His thrusts within me became the pulse of my life. We were as one body. I lost all sense of time.I think I first knew his orgasm was coming by the change in our smells. A potent musk was in the air. And then the rhythm changed, smaller thrusts but deeper ones. He was preparing his cock and my ass for his ejaculation. And once again our mouths joined:. Her back wasstiff and the tender muscles between her thighs felt torturously stretched.She had never opened her legs in that manner before and those muscles had neverreally been used. Her white under garment was stained a deep brown from thenow dried blood of her virginity. She felt filthy and her crotch was cakedwith his soil. She wanted desperately to go outdoors and clean herself,but she knew that opening the door would surely wake him. The stew was again warmedand she began.