I’m still trying to come to terms with this whole momentous episode (and ruing its relative brevity) when those panties are snatched off my head. Despite the obviously glorious orgasm she just enjoyed Juanita’s eyes are still narrowed and glittering with malice and spite. Then she leaves no doubt what she thinks of me by spitting directly in my face.
“Pendejo sissy! That’s for every time you treat me badly, puta!”
She climbs off, rips the panties she defiled by contact with my face in half and stuffs the shreds in her pocket. Haughtily she turns her back on me, adjusts her uniform and leaves, pushing the tray table in front of her. With her spittle stippling my eyebrows and trickling down my nose I hear again the distant laughing, clapping and cheering of my wife and her friends. I’m sti
