Even with the gag in her mouth, I recognise the target. I've seen enough pop videos to recognise this one though right now she's dressed a little less...exotically than when she's performing. She looks smaller than she does on TV but no less cute. It's always fun to be moving with the rich and famous, though it's not really something you can chat about down the pub is it? Pity I haven't got my camera though — what do you reckon snaps of this little scene would go for in "Hello!" magazine?"Just. Knowing Pippa finished work before me and would also be making a beeline for her computer really got me on edge and, as if by magic, made the second hand on the office clock rotate at a pace usually attributed to snails. Eventually though the day was done and I raced through the rush hour traffic eager to read the one message that was really important to me.This is what she had to say:Dearest child snatching ex-loverYes! She does call me that.Loved the blog! In fact I haven’t been able to stop. He didn't suspect a thing and smiled at me as I approached. "Sir, is there anything else you need? It's nearly 5 so we have tea and coffee if you wish." I ordered for two coffees and he left. I stepped in and saw that the old lady had not stirred from her sleep. I figured we would reach Mumbai within a couple of hours. I was feeling extremely content having had not one but two amazing orgasms within a few hours.I looked up to see Aunt Sheen step in the cabin. She had cleaned up well and looked. I was secretly hoping she would see or touch it as she got closer to my crotch. She started at my feet then slowly worked her way up to my thighs. As she rubbed higher, I opened my legs a little so that her hands could have better access to my inner thighs. The next thing I know, her hand brushes over the head of my throbbing cock, and I let out a moan. She immediately stopped rubbing and said, "That’s enough. I'm too tired. Goodnight." I tried to roll over and show her how hard she had made.