I quickly shucked off my pants and shorts, and her cool hand wrapped itself around my turgid member and began stroking it. I brought my thumbs around and placed them next to her hood, carefully lifting from each side until her own little erection was fully exposed. Carol was now awake, and I talked her through the landing, as she remained pretty nervous about flying, and being hung over didn’t help. They were glistening with her juices, and I traced the frilly edge of one of them with my tongue up to where it joined with the other to cover her pleasure node. In no time we were being told to prepare for our approach into Johannesburg for refueling and a short layover while they cleaned the plane. I could see the burka-clad female terrorist pulling another of the plastic guns out of a bag in front of her, obviously intending to resupply the ringleader.
