I ran my hand down her smooth, thick thighs and I swear her skin was like butter.I moved back down her body, till I was between her legs. Then I pushe... her upper body up so I could make some more space for myself. I started kissing the inside of her thighs, holding her left light and her right leg was over my shoulder.I moved up to her panties, holding my face close to her pussy; looking up at her. She was just slowly nodding while she bit her lip. I took her panties into my mouth, and pulled. As much to take my mind off the beauty lying on me I started chatting to her about her home, school and friends and stuff, which quickly turned to the topic of boys. Teasing her I joked she must be really popular with the boys. She looked at me and said "Eh? Why would you think that? I'm f*****n and I've never even been kissed by a boy!" "No way, get outta here" I said, honestly shocked. "Are the boys there all blind or something? You're absolutely gorgeous! I'm telling you, if I was 20 years. Why do we wait another day?” she asked.“I’ll show you tomorrow afternoon. Until then, just trust me,” I replied and Jennifer smiled.We spent the balance of the day as we had the previous day – talking, playing cards or board games and eating the occasional meal. I discovered that Jennifer loved puns as much as I did and between the two of us, we were often in stitches with laughter. Of course Maggie had to be fussed over and played with.At one point I asked Jennifer about her family. “I don’t. He just came, that’s all.’ She looked back at me and smirked. ‘Oh.’ I watched her generous ass roll and jiggle beneath her short skirt as we went on down the aisle, and I wasn’t the only one. I was smiling, and I guess I looked pretty smug. It didn’t matter, though. No one on the plane was looking at me. We took a cab to the CURVY offices from the hotel, and the cabbie–a swarthy Middle Eastern type, big surprise–spent more time looking in his rearview mirror than at the road. I don’t think it.