”“Ha” I laughed, “My hubby wouldn’t agree with that one.”“What was all that about?” Marcus asked when I sat down again.“Wendy asked ...if I am doing what she thinks I’m doing.”“And are you?”“Yes” I said quietly, “Yes I am.”“You won’t regret it.”“I just want to be with you.”“Finish your drink then but what about your car?”“I’m leaving it here.”“Let’s go then.”His house was huge, with wide extensive gardens, I knew he’d got money, but this was something else, the front door opened onto a spacious. "Misty parked the Aztec on the ramp at the terminal building that serviced light twins. She went into the FBO's desk and arranged for it to be refueled and moved to a hanger for three nights.Even with the two carts loaded with luggage they had no trouble getting a taxi into Manhattan from the busy airport. The group had decided to spend a couple of days in New York before heading to Boston the next afternoon. Misty was sure she'd be fine even after a seven-hour train and taxi ride to safely fly. She yelped at the feeling and began to rock forward and back, panting with pleasure and excitement as she tried to get herself off.She heard Joey's breath began to speed up and he started making little spastic sounds of pleasure. She continued rocking and grinding upon his dick, then, and felt a small spark of energy ripple between her legs. She dug her fingers into the boy's shoulders as she gently, softly climaxed.My first orgasm directly from him, her racing mind thought. Just then, quite. But it's also so fucking hot! I've read about scat but never heard anyone talk about it like this. I guess I didn't think it was real. You know how you read about stuff that seems too outrageous to be true, exaggerations and shit." Rose started, "scat? You mean it has a name? I thought I was the only one who thought about it!" Rose realized that maybe she wasn't such a sicko after all. "Well, I guess it's a little different but at least I'm not alone in my weirdness!" Marcie giggled, "not at.