Shortlyafter takeoff, the lights dimmed as most of the passengers tried to getsome sleep. About an hour into the flight I was drowsing in and out ...f sleep.Awakened I noticed two people heading back to the restrooms. It lookedlike a boy followed closely by a man, probably father and son heading tothe bathroom. I made a note of it and didn't think anything more about it,until I saw the boy pass by my row. It was Brandon! The boy from therestaurant, followed by a man, maybe his Uncle I. The thin fabric showed my undies off,I have always had trouble keeping zig and zag (my pet name for my boobs) in my bra at the best of times,escape artists!So when I was asked to retrieve a box of Kit Kats from a high up shelf it wasnever gonna be easy for Z and Z to behave!My manager was behind me, pop pop pop went the press studs, combined with the reaching upward movement my boobs escaped from my bra, it all happened so quick,I turned around to put the box on my steel trolley, unaware I was. The thought of it raged through my mind as I gobbled hungrily at the cock in front of me, nibbling the tip and running my tongue all over it. The owner of the cock suddenly thrust forward into my throat and I felt sperm shoot out into my mouth. Without hesitation, I swallowed it all down.In came the next cock, again tasting of Amy but also of Kami. Again, I worshipped it as best I could, sucking away until I got my reward of more creamy salty cum, which slipped down my throat so easily. The. Perhaps I should explain it to you as well. I was married. Nobody knew about this side of me and nobody could ever know. Time and time again I chatted to Rob. Describing to him what I wanted to do to him. With him. Getting incredibly turned on as we chatted about it. Masturbating simultaneously with him as we typed. We shared countless orgasms. One day as we chatted, as we told each other how turned on we were, as we described our state of arousal, he asked me to send him a photograph. I had.