These are the Secrets on my Pillow: Part 2

...Luca sighs and buries his nose into my neck. Such a soft mouth, such sweet breath tickeling the fuzz on my skin. I let my fingers move down his shirt, slip between two metal snaps, and pop them open to reach the fiery skin of his chest. My hands have a will of their own, circling around and around until he can stand it no longer and pushes my hand down. I rub hard, then squeeze. He moans some more and nibbles some more at my ear and whispers all hot and wonderful in Italian.

In the dim light I see the head of his cock peep out from the top of his pants. A drip of semen glistens and I touch it with the tip of my finger. Tap tap, and then I begin to swirl the sticky liquid around the nub of his rod. Two of his fingers dive into my depths, pull out, and dive in again, pushing me up against the back of my seat. I'm about to cry out. He claps a hand to my mouth just in time, muffling my groan.

A timid tap on my shoulder. I start, stunned out of my reverie. I am sweating. I look at my watch and see that two hours have gone by. I am being asked to return my seat to its original upright position. We are preparing for landing...................................

Part 3...