She moaned while she fought her orgasm.All of this almost made her deviate from her plan, but she sucked it up and slowly started to trace her swollen...lips with her fingers. 'God! This feel so good!' Sandra thought while she fought the urge to really go for it.When Sandra's middle finger finally reached the entrance to her vagina, she could feel how wet she really was. And now she understood why she had felt that itchy feeling between her butt cheeks. She was dripping wet!Chewing on her lower. Clue!I guess whatever was said from 'beyond' was "what she wanted to hear". She had a big smile and hung up the handset. She putzed for a few moments pulling out a few of those pillows they carry and a blanket. Then she dimmed the overhead lights.It's the red-eye. Of course you turn the lights down. Some people want to sleep. Usually on a night flight the only lights on are the overhead seat lamps that people turn on to read. Turning them down after the meal wasn't unusual. Still, not clue. Her hair is not true blond but not dark enough to call brown. Beth's eyes are a shimmering blue-green, her mouth fixed in a smile that brightens the day and illuminates the night. She has never married and is recovering from a bad relationship in which her ex mentally abused her. We are both in recovery mode and not ready to go further, or so I thought.One Friday evening in early September, Beth suggested we have dinner at her home. This is not an unusual request, as we like to both cook for. Sis, what the fuck were you thinking?" It got out of hand -- fast. One minute, I had everything in control, and the next ... I couldn't fight it properly..." Toni started to cry."Booze and pot will do that. You have to take it easy -- and not mix them, preferably," Cliff advised. He got her a big bath towel and started rubbing her down. "How bad was it?" Bad, at first," Toni sniffled. "Real bad. But then..." She looked away. "I started to like it," she whispered. "Easy!" she yelped, grabbing.