5 and that we would now work on my flexibility and make me more supple through yoga, pilates, dancing like jazz ballet and ballroom and …. Pole danc...ng …” she almost blurted this out. “Sounds like you will be busy – there goes your boredom anyway, with all those men and girls admiring you and dancing with you.” I laughed. I noticed that her mouth and moist lips were pink with moisturiser and pouting looking almost swollen with what I took to be part of her arousal cycle. She was breathing. She blushed. “I mean what we did?”“It was sex, wasn’t it?” I was sure ... but still nervous about being wrong.“Oh yes, my darling, it was most definitely sex.” she laughed. She told me later she started to tell me it was good sex, but decided not to.“And we can do it again?” I asked, leaning forward. I had high hopes for her answer.“And when do you think you might want to do that again?” she asked. She was teasing, but I didn’t know it.It was Saturday. I didn’t have to go to school or anywhere. The twitching of her cunt was becoming more pronounced, the crotch of her panties almost soaked. She lowered her gaze between Sindy’s thighs. She saw the slight mound of Sindy’s cunt and her cunt hair.And Sindy’s panties were moist.They were wet where the fabric was sucked into the flight attendant’s cunt lips.Miranda licked her lips, turned her mouth toward a creamy thigh, snaking her tongue out. She licked at the sugary sweet thigh flesh, running her tongue up… up… to the lacy edges of. .. I know this for a fact, because when it used to be just us around the house, she would just wear a shirt without a bra and I could easily make out her thick, fat nipples poking through. She was quite modest though. When my friends were over, she'd put on a bra, so that those pervs didn't get a free show. She was definitely a bit heavy south of the border, her ass was big and plump, and it looked good in anything she wore. Growing up, taking a pair of her panties from the laundry and sniffing.