They were very excited about the fireworks. Lisa and Patrice had brought their kids to see them."They're around here somewhere, raising hell as usual!... Lisa laughed."It's mommy's time," Patrice said as she downed her wine. "They're in a contained yard. Let the daddies watch them for once!"Lisa turned to me."You and..." David," I filled in."You and David have any kids?" No," I said. "We had planned on having some, but..."The women were silent.Patrice looked at her empty glass and excused herself. Slowly, I cupped her right one to match the left one already covered and began to equally feel both of them in the same fashion. I squeezed their small supple roundness with matching smooth strokes. Molly’s skin was so soft and smooth as I massaged in circles over her small mounds. Even the skin of her hard nipples on pink puffs was just as delicate. My daughter, with her pale skin, looked and felt like a marshmallow.Molly covered my hands with hers as I felt her small protuberances that made. It looked luxurious, like an over-priced hotel room. There was even a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Up above the sloped ceiling were more windows, letting in light way up there. It was dark now of course, but it was probably a nice sight to wake up to. There was a little breakfast table over by the window and a shelf full of books on each wall."What's with the handcuffs?" Amy said."What?" I hadn't even noticed her sneak up behind me, never mind any handcuffs."There, on the bed."On the. On this particular flight, it was late. I asked her for a drink and she asked me if I could help her getting the bottle down from the top shelf. Since I am tall, I was like why not? She took me to the back of the plane. Most of the other passengers were sleeping. As I reached up to fetch the bottle, she held me from behind and slowly started kissing me. I asked her what she was doing. She drew the curtain and asked me to follow her to the toilet. I took one big shot of vodka and went after her.