She felt his genitals with her hands and began her work, taking his cock and pushing the foreskin back with her lips. ?Thank you for doing this fo...r us,? he rasped. ?It’s nothing,? I said.***Chapter 3 A small IV, inserted in the folds of the old man’s neck provided a steady stream of painkillers that had kept him in a daze until now. Sara had reduced the dosage to allow him to enjoy her performance as well as the ministrations of the blindfolded oriental beauty now kneeling between his. Drinking because she no longer knew what to do about her son or her life, she didn't know how to handle any of it, and she definitely didn't know what to do about her love life. She'd stopped bringing men home, because Chris had always ruined it.Staring at her son, who obviously didn't care what she was saying, she realized that she needed to teach him a lesson. A REAL lesson. Lectures weren't working at all. In her drunken state, she decided that a good old fashioned spanking would be the best. As we approached, I asked Mary, "Window or aisle?" Aisle. You never know when I may have to use the restroom," she replied with a sly little grin.We got settled in after the plane took off and I ordered us a couple of mimosas. As we toasted our marriage and time shared already, Mary was getting more libidinous than usual. I was enjoying her additional attention and quietly asked, "Do you have a thing for planes that I didn't know about? Or did that orgasm from the restaurant leave you wanting. Any style? No, as it is, just shorter, by the way, what is that noise? What noise? There is whimpering and muffled screams. Oh, there’s just some girl getting a pussy wax in the back room, I guess you’d like to watch that, you naughty boy.Smalltalk at the hairdresser’s: You have been diving long? 20 years. You must be k**ding, are you even allowed to start at 10. Flattery will get you anywhere, but I was actually 17. What do you do for a living? It’s a bit complicated, I’m supposed to be an.