”Rahul ne bola “par tu to meri bahen ka boyfriend hai, vo kese..!”Me kuch bolu itane me hi usake sath jo banda tha vo hasate huve bola “I pity...for you sister rahul!”Rahul ne kaha, “ek minute salim!”To mene kaha… “I am not gay duffer! I am bi sexual.”Rahul ne bola “ha I know u r hard fucker!”Ye mere liye zataka tha…I said “what?”Salim ne bhi pucha, “tere ko kese pata?”Rahul ne bola.. “cool buddies…! Mene tumhe dekha tha jab tun sonal ko chod rahe the!”Mene use siadha diwal ki aur dakka dia aur. I tried to stop myself from looking, but I got busted once again, and this time I had a bulge of my own, that James couldn't help but see. I must have blushed a bit, because James smiled and said with a laugh that I had nothing to be embarrassed about, that all the talk about the girls we knew, just had that effect. I looked away and tried to adjust my cock, so that it wasn't so obviously about to burst out from the little pouch in my thong. James got up and went for a dip and came back. Pink and white with an eyelet lace trim. A matching shelf bra, barely showing through the blouse, gave just a hint of her nipples, with their fading burses.As she had paced she would do these quick little, almost a twirling, turns. Her kilt would flare giving just a hinting glimpse of her panties.We were taking a late flight; it was made up almost entirely of what looked to be 30 to 55 year old business men, in suits, making quick, in and out, business jaunts.As the work weary group tracked my. She pummeled up my hamstrings. Then, - horror of horrors - my bottom started to rise (of it's own accord!) to meet her strokes. I wondered what the hell I was doing. It's like I was daring her (or guiding her?) not to stop at the top of my thighs, but to keep going... She stopped and so did my heart for a second - I thought she was sensing my arousal and was trying to control me back down to earth. Awkward silence - then I felt her gently peel back my panties, into the crease of my cheeks, and.