Jett’s fingers were curled into the lacy waistband of her cotton panties and there was no doubt in Ginny’s mind that her fly-boy was on a mission to please. She wasn’t about to stop him either. Her lower belly quivering in anticipation, she lifted her hips a little to help Jett remove the last of her soaked through, practically transparent underwear. A foolish grin seemed to be plastered on her face, but she couldn’t help it. It seemed like forever that she’d secretly fantasized about being with Jett. And now it was really happening, it was better than she’d ever dared dream. And it seemed Jett was undeniably aroused by her also. As he tossed her panties onto the floor, she could see his cock was already starting to grow hard again. Even more gratifying than that impressive sight was the knowledge that she had made him lose control. Her first ever attempt at a blow job might not have been perfect, but it had undoubtedly been satisfying enough for the redoubtable Captain Kelly.
