She’s harmless and actually quite useful. All I have to do is say ‘jump’ and she says ‘how high?’ he snickered. ‘Like you said, has she go... an ass on her or what? That’s what keeps me on a leash. She can be annoying at times, but her tits make up for that….’ John laughed and said, ‘Oh, the truth comes out now, doesn’t it? What happened to me being a dick, huh?! I knew you weren’t such a saint. I was actually beginning to think there was something wrong with you because you kept insisting she. I had a season with Lufthansa, during my University semester, I was having a Gap year, trying to make my mind up what to do, and where better, than travelling to some exotic location in the Far East, in this instance, Thailand.The passengers were fed and watered, and we were just bedding them down to either watch the in-flight movie, or sleep.My co-worker Inge, a German girl, was smart, beautiful and typically efficient. We were in the rear kitchen tidying up when this hunk of a guy came in and. I sat on the sectional closer to the guys and the fire. I was soon nodding off again, but my skirt kept bunching at my waist from where I was sitting. Seeing that the guys were involved I unzipped it for comfort. It zips down the side. So doing so exposed the side strap to my high cut thong panties. I then curled my legs up again and was soon sleeping. As I slept I must have lain back or squirmed or something. I stirred a little and found that I had managed to get my skirt bunched around my. So I go behind and tell her“You are all sweaty, Saro,” putting hands on her shoulder as my mom stands in her saree.“No need. Don’t need your help.”“I will,” and gently caress her bare hips from the sides to the front navel ending a finger inside her navel button.“Now I know why you ask chapati all the time.”“Go away. I’m kneading dough.”“Me too,” saying that I’ll take my hand up to her boobs and started kneading the boobs.“Is this your dough?”“Shh. Keep kneading. I’ll stop when you stop,”.