I talked about school abroad, I mentioned

being worried about the boys’ dorm, even though it turned out I had

never had as much ass in my life. He said that he’d been married for 15

years, since college, but that he traveled a lot for wetting plenty

of time to “keep up with the boys.” I was hard for about 30 minutes,

until we hit 30,000 feet.

Then we chilled the chat that was making my dick drip. After the

drinks and food were handed out, and they finally shut off the lights

so folks could sleep through the flight, I started up again. Now would

be our opportunity. I smiled and asked him if he enjoyed his airplane

food.

“Ha. Better than my cooking.”

I chuckled. “Your son’s out cold. You wanna watch this movie with

me? I have a headphone splitter.”

He looked at me and paused. Then at his sleeping family spread

out over their seats. “Sure.”

I moved over to the window seat and he moved over to the middle.

We set up to watch the movie 300. A few minutes in, I pulled a bla

over myself and took the initiative to cover him too. As I did, I let my

ha on his thigh. He didn’t make any effort to ge that.

I rubbed harder and moved on to his dick. It felt fug fine: big,

hard as steel already, held up by a good set of rocks. He opened up

his legs more and looked hard at the s, keeping up appearances.

I could tell he was monit his family just a few feet away.

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