After it was over there wasn’t much talk and I can’t even remember saying bye to her as we parted ways. The fourth time was on a plane, not a trai...n. It was about 1994 and I was flying London to New York to go and see Eric Clapton at Madison Square Gardens. This time I was not on my own as I had my 10 year old son with me and it was his special birthday treat.All as well on the flight but for some reason I had eye contact a few times with a woman who was one row in front of me on the opposite. I had orgasms with both of them too. Previous to marrying my husband I had fucked at least a dozen white men without ever having a true orgasm (hubby included). But sex with these new men was not as intense as with Trevor, and a few weeks later we invited him back for another night with me. That time was even better, and I soon fell in love with this man and started a very intense relationship with him that lasted almost two years.I was very fortunate with Trevor. He had a lot of experience. Her tits were firm C's topped with hard nipples the size of a pencil erasers. She had started chatting to me again and I was having a hard time listening as I trying to figure out what she wanted me to do. I finally in my confused state said my beer is empty and stood up to get another one. As I stood up She spotted very hard and rigid cock making a big tent in my pants. As she stared at it I heard her say "Ohhhhh My" making me give her a smile as I blushed again. I turned back towards her and. Thank you. You have no idea how much I have missed doing that with you, God, I needed that,” I said, panting on top of him as I slowly descended from the throes of ecstasy. “Did you cum with me?” “No Kelsey. I couldn’t get there with you,” he said, as he continued to rock his hips indicating he still needed his release. “I’ll take care of that for you.” I slid down so that I was kneeling on the bed straddling his legs. I unbuckled his belt and fumbled with the metal button on his jeans. Before.