.Layovers are a pain at the best of times but the prospect of five hours at theairport was not a good one. My inbound flight had been delayed and I ha... missedmy connection, so there was nothing for it but to wait out the afternoon andcatch the next 'plane home to the wife and k**s.The only saving grace was my business class ticket, meaning that at least Icould loaf around in the executive lounge and not in the main concourses.Something to read, plus snacks and a drink were the only silver. Mornings, afternoons, evenings, it didn't matter. One time she even met him in New York during one of his frequent business trips. And all the while, Meredith had been none the wiser.Until now!"Honey, I'm sorry. I can change, I promise."The sobbing had quieted and an eerie silence filled the room. Finally, Meredith wiped her eyes and rose from the bed. "You're right, Michael. You will change. I'm going to see to it right now."A puzzled look crossed Michael's face."You see, Michael, I am a. She was already wet from the thigh and stomach rub. Krishna could feel that for sure. Ever so gently, he rubbed her clitoris. Not too hard and not too soft. Just the way she liked it. She was so warm down there. Krishna wanted to bury his face into the middle of her thighs. He moved his index, middle, and ring fingers in one circular motion. Her clitoris was erect and begging for stimulation. She reclined the seat back, and began to moan. Krishna began to feel her inner thigh begin to twitch.. The mercury in the office thermometer had risen past the eighty-five degrees mark and even with all the windows wide open the room was completely airless. It was 1976 and the summer sun had been beating down relentlessly for days now. The only good thing that Gina could see was, that as it was Friday, the office closed at three-thirty rather than five as during the previous four days. She looked at her watch. “Thank goodness,” she thought, “Ten minutes to go.” Gina worked in an insurance office.