I was hard before I finished reading. I slid into her and pounded for all I was worth. D and I were nowhere to be seen. Am I a lucky guy or what? She sat down on the toilet seat, looked up at me, licked her red lips, and shot out her hands toward my belt. I was confused as she busily fumbled by her side for her napkin from breakfast, but my curiosity was satisfied as she quickly rolled it up and bit down on it to keep from screaming as she came. I massaged her mound as she lightly moaned her enthusiasm.
I reclined mine as well, and slipped a hand under the blanket toward her wet and waiting pussy.
As soon as I was hard again she stood up and turned around, dropped her shorts and panties, and placed her hands on the back wall of the lav. As the flight attendant took our breakfast order we tried to look respectable. We were behind the first-class galley, so when the flight attendant was working in there she could not see over to us. We were on our way from our home city of Seattle down to LA for a long weekend with friends who had recently moved down there. She sat down on the toilet seat, looked up at me, licked her red lips, and shot out her hands toward my belt. For starters, I pulled out two blankets from the overhead bin. I followed her neatly-manicured fingernail down the page, and saw she had carefully written Mile High?