I didn’t want to hurry as i wanted to enjoy this sexy thing as long as i can. I removed her blouse and saw her huge melons thrusting out of her bra ...n all sides. I licked her sexy cleavage and sucked it for some time. I removed her bra to see those huge milk mountains lying there and making me mad. She was naked above. I got crazy and started sucking her nipples madly she too started moaning and pressed my head more and more to her breasts. I moved to both her boobs alternatively and also. “Well her head’s definitely saying yes,” Francesca laughed, flashing an infectious smile. And that was how I ended up on an American Airlines flight from Pittsburgh to Tampa in March of 1983. I was flying alone for the very first time, a curious melding of nervousness and utter anticipation making my stomach queasy. I can still recall in vivid detail the radiant sunset across the Gulf as the plane banked in for its final descent. I remember thinking that this was going to be the best vacation. Where we spent the entire meal teasing one another about what we were going to do to each other later. She looked so good that day wearing my favorite outfit, a blue low- cut dress that accented her cleavage so nicely I could hardly look away from her breasts while we ate. When she got up to pay the bill I couldn’t help but watch her walk away. I looked her up and down from her sexy shoes, which I knew she wore just because she knew I loved them on her, to her nice firm ass and then on up. I always find it hard to sleep in strange places and I was up very early. While surfing I found a site that looked interesting, and before I really thought about what I was doing I signed up and searched for local women looking for a casual relationship. To my surprise, there were lots, and so many I couldn’t even browse them all. I sent out a few messages, not really thinking I’d ever get a response, but a beautiful woman named Pooja responded right away. She gave me her phone number and asked.