Her jeans conformed to her shape tightly and I admired the view until she finished and looked back at me. She still had her rear-end pointed right at ...me as her eyes found mine.I looked at her rear, then looked at her eyes and smiled appreciatively. She smiled back with a touch of blush. She was a bit shy but intentionally gave me a show. I understood the idea of looking but not touching, and I didn't want to scare her off. So, yes, I was confused.Looking around the booth I realized I would have. They were constantly repeating stuff about “Always look two ways before you cross the street.” or something even sillier like “Don’t run with scissors because you can get hurt.” He couldn’t remember any time that he ever ran with scissors or crossed the street without holding somebody’s hand so he was confused about that sort of thing because it seemed like something he would never do in any situation.Now they wanted him to count backwards like it was something everybody did like it was normal. “I can do that…” she tells me.“Yes. I know. You can do anything.”“I’d cum ten times before we land if you told me to,” she whispers.“Don’t tempt me, love.”“Just because I’m afraid of the possibility doesn’t mean I’m not tempted by it too.”“Sometime I’ll make you do that,” I say a bit louder than I mean to, smiling my devilish promise at her.“You are so mean.”“I’m so nice.”“Yeah…” she says as the atmosphere jostles us and she grabs my wrist, “I know.”The plane rocks hard again. It feels like. My precious pink tender nipples, I can’t imagine sex without them! One night when I had my wee little dick tucked between my legs and was fondling my nipples into ecstasy it happened, my body had a fiery explosion and there was all this white fluid that gushed out of me - I didn’t know if this was normal or if was dying! But you bet the next night I tried it again and I knew this was my fantastic secret passion, something I would look forward to every night in bed. My orgasms came from deep.