Up and down, zip-zip. I took the zipper down and pulled my shirt out. I looked at my bare little titties and I watched as my nipples grew hard. Up and... down, up and down I played with the zipper. I looked over and the nice man was glancing out the corner of his eyes at me. I tried not to smile, but it was difficult. Finally the plane was under way, racing down the runway. I leaned back and left the zipper down so he would have a nice view.Again he caught me watching him. This time he smiled at. I realized my heart was beating like a sledgehammer, I swallowed hard with a dry throat and nudged the revolver with my foot. A trickle of sweat ran down my cheek because the car was hotter than hell inside after sitting in the sun all afternoon, and I wiped it away. If I was going to get the gun out again I had better do it now, because the rider had tucked his sunglasses into his coat and was walking towards my car, his boots crunching on the gravel. He stood well over six feet–no, he stood. She looks at me and asks, ‘Have you ever been in a relationship with an older woman?’ The question catches me a little off guard and I say, ‘What do you mean by older?’ ‘You know, more than 8 years older,’ she says. I say, ‘No not really, I dated a girl 5 years older than me but that doesn’t really count. Why do you ask?’ She says with a far off look on her face, ‘Oh it’s nothing really. Just something that happened at school. No big deal.’ She dumps out the rest of the water and heads up to. He increased his tempo,thrusting faster and deeper, heightening the orgasmicflames that licked at my insides This made him poundhis immense shaft harder and deeper into my quaking,grasping pussy. My body drove up to take each deepstab. Our bodies met again and again, his flesh buryingitself deep into mine as I cried out over and over inendless rapturous orgasm. His grunting grew loud andsharp as his thrusts became even more intense. Hegrabbed my hips and pulled me up off the bed,.