As the title of this story indicates, she was - indeed - an Indian princess (BTW: that's Eastern Indian, as in India). Her smile was great to see, and...I warmed up inside immediately. Why? I had flown on one of her flights a few months ago. The flight was only about 1/2 full, and I had 1st row seating. The flight attendant seat is quite close to the 1st row, so conversation was pretty easy when she wasn't busy.Coincidentally, when we deplaned, each of us went our separate ways. I stopped at a. He took my hard, throbbing dick in his hand and began to slowly, softly, stroke me. I was gone, totally lost. His touch was so purposeful, so loving and passionate, nothing like any of the girls I had known before. Nothing had ever felt better. I can still remember my arm over my eyes and the feeling of him leaning over, pressingup against me and licking around the head of my cock. My head was spinning, my breathing short and quick. Feeling his lips slide down and engulf my hard on, I will. As the pace quickened, Pepper moved a little further away and I then watched as her breasts bounced to our rhythm. The sight was incredibly sexy and sent me over the edge much earlier than I had planned, but I was thankful that Pepper had two orgasms before I lost my load deep inside her. Pepper collapsed against me after I came inside her and she held me so tight and kept saying she loved me over and over and over again. I looked over at Ginger and saw that Jerry was now making love to her. I finish my dinner and can't wait for the cookies. So she picks up everything and brings me two large cookies and they tasted awesome. After about an hour I was feeling so sleepy and could not keep my eyes open and told my wife I am going to bed and she was still in the kitchen cleaning up and she said " sure baby I'll be there soon", of course this was always the plan. The next morning I wake up and I can't move or see anything. I start calling out to my wife and no one responds. I hear some.