Lesley knew that going much further would soon bring her to one of her exhausting orgasms, and she did not want that just yet. So for the next few mi...nutes, she was satisfied to simply crouch there and slowly work that intruding finger in and out, around and around. Snapping herself out of her spell, she withdrew her finger, grasped the zip of those short-shorts and, inhaling and flexing in her stomach muscles, she was just barely able to bring the sides of the zipper together, and close it. . Half an hour later I make my way to the rest room. It’s occupied of course, so I stand to the side and wait. Behind the restroom is a small open area where the flight crew prepare the food and stock the drinks cart. Anna is there, sorting some bottles.When she notices me standing there she tells me that “There is another restroom at the other end, if you are in a hurry.”“No, it’s not that urgent. Besides, I like the company - and the décor - better here”, I reply while looking her straight in. I have a small mouth but a big laugh, according to my crew! They like my mouth, though; especially on rainy days. This is how all that got started. There are three guys on our crew, besides Keith - Randy, who is a redneck Floridian to the core, James, the self-described "black man of the crew", and David. David is older, 37 or 38 I think, and the only married guy on our crew. He loves to burn one with the rest of us, though. He's stringy and muscular and works harder than anybody else, Keith. They half-dragged, half-carried her down to the small boats drawn up on the shore and thrust her into one. She was crying all the time. Once everybody was aboard the boats were rowed out to a larger vessel which lay further out in the loch. Keeping a firm grip on her arm, Donald bundled his captive into a small cabin and pushed her down onto a bench. ‘What are you going to do to me?’ asked Catherine, through her tears. ‘Throw you to the fishes if you don’t stop your greeting,’ snarled Donald..