Patricia dropped a bit of lubebetween my smooth cheeks in the back, and started working her amazinglove pole back and forth across the surface, slowly... just teasing, but notyet entering. It was familiar, yet so muuuch warmer than the Strap onever had been, and I was aware of Patricia's pulse in a way I hadn't beenbefore as the throbbing of her member grew stronger. After a little whileshe started putting just the tip in, slowly in and out, her hands claspedfirmly on my hips. She started past my. Just to make sure, Lorrie had ordered that there were to be no entries in the plane or pilot logs. It would be early morning Tuesday when we landed. I had two more Buds and went back to sleep. I slept until the tires touched the runway.All the airport security cameras went offline as my G5 approached. I wanted no visual records of anything we off loaded. We had left the Russian guns in the belly of the Prince’s plane to be burnt.I sent all the men home for two weeks of rest and recovery and to. “C’mon, Seth,” she said with a purr. “Don’t be afraid. You can touch me.”I allowed myself to zero in on that crux where men want to focus when with a woman. I kneaded her thighs, feeling the muscles in her legs. I could admit that she was pretty. She had great legs. Being head of the cheerleader squad had certain benefits. I didn’t know what she did to work out since graduation, but whatever it was, she maintained her shape.The leggings she wore covered her as well as her panties. I reached up. He crumpled the tissue and tossed it on her chest. It bounced below her breasts and lay there. “If you’re not in to it, then you should just say something,” Dennis said. He climbed in to his briefs and strode out the door, slamming it. Fucking asshole. She fell asleep anyway. And so, when she heard Dennis state his desire, when she felt Dennis’ fingers enclose around her belly, she was surprised. She thought he had wanted her to leave. She had wanted to leave. For some reason, now she didn’t..