When you're a v1rg1n and you ask your husband about s3x things which turns him on immediately.

"I... have been wondering about...—"

He rested the newspaper on his lap.

"Come sit on my lap."

"Manners." you say

"Please."

He plead, seizing you by the butt, he pulled you to grind against his buldge. Your tongue found his and you were no longer timid and unsure.

"We're not alone." the flight attendant is a few inches away from you

"She won't say a word."

His buldge pulsated between your legs.

"Sir..." a voice drifted from the background

"We're fast approaching Le Bourget. In fact, we're scheduled to land in fifteen minutes..."

"No." he said with conviction

"But Sir..."

"My plane, my rules. We have enough fuel to circle around for another hour.”