We walked out flushed, and we never spoke of it to each other again. Since then we married different people, but we remained close because she is also...best friends with my wife now, and our families often entertain together. It was Labor Day weekend 2009, 11 years later, that I got my chance. It was Sunday. I was home alone watching some old games on ESPN classic. The kids were staying with my brother the whole weekend to spend time with their cousins, as they had no school on Monday. My wife. I'm going off to get counseling, but I should be good to go until bedtime," I related. "Given that I ALREADY have three or four of you at my beck and call, why did you tell poor Carmen that she had to play, too?"Luz folded her arms over her chest, unrepentant. "She lives here. You are Boss."I rolled my eyes. "I never thought I'd live to say this, but there is only so much of me."Darla chuckled. "I'm sure we'll notice if you run out." Whatever. I've made my point. Carmen is not obligated to. My aunt isn’t sure why, but since mid-pregnancy, he hasn’t shown much interest. The massage led to both of us getting aroused and this led to the start of her seduction of me by having me remove her dress and then her lacy bra. She then let me play with her titties and suck on her nipples, which were just bulging and hard with fresh milk. I made a mess with that, but I loved it and it got me as hard as a rock. I got really worked up, knelt in front of Beth and slid off her panties. Her big. She was looking sexy as always. I imagined her pussy lips gently rubbing together with every step she took towards the front of the plane. Steak or Chicken, Sir, she asked with her all so sexy German accent. I'll have the Fillet Mignon, by which of course mean your sweet little pussy. In fact, go ahead and marinate it with that little bottle of red wine in your service cart and pour it all over your pussy, is what I wanted to say. Chicken please, is what I actually stuttered. It was now or.