They made each other’s days in a way that I sincerely hoped I could do for someone (and them for me) one day. It seemed like no matter what kind of ...ay one was having, the other would simply enhance it.Mom was about 5 foot 7 inches tall with long brown hair that drifted at about just below breast-height. Her breasts were elegant and hung a little lower due to age and children. She had a slight beer belly but wasn’t overly on the rotund side. She had light blue eyes, very round hips, was. He squirmed a little. She wasn’t sure if she was making him uncomfortable or not. She shouldn’t be doing this, touching him this way. It was so naughty. But she was tired of being nice, tired of being predictable. She wanted to be wild just once. Slowly, not certain of what she was doing, or why, Emily stroked her way over Mike’s belly, moving downward. It made her pussy tingle even more, and she knew her nipples were hard by now. How would he react if she touched his crotch? She had to find. That call was a long-distance call. It was very expensive to call 30 miles away in those days.I had a really good job working nights at an Industrial Bakery, and I was studying electronics through a mail order collage. These days they are called online courses. Dottie was in college. One evening as I was starting my shift, I thought I would give Dottie a call at her dorm room. I had bought a Zircon Diamond ring from another employee at the bakery earlier the night before. He was an old. Her partner, although considerably younger and pretty, in a self-indulgent sort of way, looked no better. She opted for the skirt and blouse version of the uniform but it too was shapeless and bland. She wore those atrocious navy-blue opaque tights which made her legs look like scorched tree trunks.Mike was a leg man — always had been - always would be; but he was getting no leg action on this flight.The frumpy older stewardess approached him and offered him water or orange juice and had rolled.