My one palm was still on her boobs pressing and enjoying it. She said, “why do you stop, do what you want, I am all yours, take me completely”. Gr...dually I moved my legs into position and my body was between her two legs which were spread apart (probably that’s why her nighty was above her panties).As I was above her she moved slightly towards my side on the bed.After a little while in that position and with the heat of my cock I was trying to climb on her into position. When my cock was over. "I do apologise for how noisy and rowdy the good old boys were on that flight, but their team just won, and it's been a long time between wins." Mary-Jo's smile and apology was genuine, but hid her embarrassment poorly. "Ma'am, I accept your most gracious apology even though it's not your burden to carry." She was genuinely and pleasantly surprised at my answer. She tried to respond, "Well, uh ... if, uh ... " Her colleague interrupted her, "If there is anything we can get you before the flight. Jaide's fingers played against the hand which supported the shadow of a head above her. Her fingers interlocked with the fingers on the hand, gave a squeeze, the hand squeezed back; the squeeze was gentle, caring, but she knew the hand could have easily broken every bone in her own if that was the intension. With the backs of her fingers, she felt the warm cheek, the delicate ear."I'm me," whispered the princess, "and you're you." That's right, sweetie." And we belong together." That's right. He started caressing and pressing my boobs on top of my saree and blouse. I was moaning and asked him to be slow and gentle. I was enjoying his every touch and press.He stopped doing that after some time and I was thinking why he did that when I was enjoying. Then I realized that he stopped intentionally as the photographer was ready to take snaps. He clicked few snaps in that pose. Then the photographer asked my boy to remove my pallu and sleep on my boobs for the photograph. I was stunned and.