One of the stewardesses made her way towards the back of the plane, as everyone took their seats and the safety announcements got underway. She was a ...oung flight attendant, probably in her early twenties with long wavy blonde hair and a modelesque-like figure. She glanced in my direction and smiled. I think she winked, but I couldn’t be sure. Maybe it was my wild imagination. I watched diligently as the safety instructions were announced and my flight attendant held up the seat belt to show us. MuuuaaaaahhhhMe-yessss or zor seSunita-muuaaaah kya mast lund k ronit aapka, aaj to puri raat isse chudungi…Me-ab to ye aapka ho gaya h jo chahe kro meri jaanSunita-muuaaaahhMe-ab mujhe aap k boobs choosna h !Sunita- aao kha jao inhe…Me-muuahh yesss muahh muuah…kya boobs h aap k maza aa gya… Choos raha hu…Muaahh…Sunita-yesss kha jao or zor se…Me-yess ab chudai kren ?Sunita- haaan..Me-imagine kro me apna khada lund aapki choot pe ragad raha huSunita-yes aaaah roniitttt…….Me-ab me aapki choot. 15 and there's meant to be people coming up to this room for a meeting!" Oh, shit," All at once I was relieved that I'd done nothing wrong, and scared shitless that we were going to be caught."Exactly," Charlene replied. I realized that she must have been using her other hand on herself judging by the state of her skirt. I rushed over to retrieve my bag from the table and pulled out the skirt but it was too late. There was a knock on the door and the handle began turning! I shoved the skirt. Ye 3 saal pehle ki baat hai hamare ghar main main, mummy,papa aur dadi rehte hai is story mere papa koi outdoor job pe nahi jate hai ya mummy koi job nahi karti hain aur dai bhi thik hain. aisa kuch nahi hua jaisa ki yaha ke writers likte hain to story aise hai ki hamara gaon karnataka main hain aur hum mumbai main rehte hai hamari bohot property hain gaon main aur main akela hoon mummy papa ko. saal main 2 mahine gaon main bitana padta tha to papa humSab ko saath le jaate the. hume sex ke bare.