So my wife comes in, we do the meet and greet with everyone including Jill. It couldn’t have worked out better, as we walked up to Jill’s desk she... had the cap toe flats completely off but, as soon as I introduced my wife Jill slipped back into the cap toe flats swung around and crossed her legs, hanging one of the flats right out in the open. While my wife and Jill were talking Jill would pop her heal in and out of the dangling flat, swing it once or twice quite low. As we walked away my wife. “Hold that for me”? He reaches out without saying anything, and takes it from my hand. I then pull of my sweat soaked tee, and lay it across the sink, then reach for a few paper towels just left of the dude, exposing my bushy rank pits. “Damm dude—you stink” I shoot him a grin, and began to wipe the moisture from my pits, then continuing down my chest and belly. “What's that shit all over you” he asked.“My jizz, and some pussy juice” “What—you mean just now”? “Ya—just a few minutes ago—right. We checked our bags and took our boarding passes to the security gates.We had an hour before boarding so we sat in the bar. Tamara left us and went to shop for some souvenirs. Michael and I chit chatted. He told me a few war stories from his movies. I really like this guy. I felt I had a new "friend."Tamara came back with a couple of bags containing t-shirts and knick-knacks. I guess I just never got into the souvenir kick, but it sure excited her.They called for boarding and we loaded onto the. I do as I'm told.My cock, hard as wood, stands up in the night air. She leans over and I expect I'm about to get to feel her incredible pierced tongue on it, so I lean back and close my eyes. I wait a second and... nothing. Then I feel a hot drip hit my cock and start running down the side. I open my eyes to see her spitting onto my head. I watch as a drip of her saliva runs from the tip of her tongue onto my shaft. "I saw you looking at my feet in the cafe. Do you like them?" "They're cute," I.