Usually I would not just send this out into the internet without knowing who is on the receiving side of the email, but something inside told me to go...for it. Again, within only minutes of sending my email, I got an email back giving me the address, time to be there, and had a picture attached. It was going down. I open the picture to view a surprisingly younger blond girl (probably about the same age as me, definitely no more than two or three years older).So again I prepare. I hop in the. After two days from the arrival to Bangalore, one night after dinner it was about 11 pm and I was in my bedroom doing my office work. Suddenly I heard some sobbing noise from my sister’s bedroom. I quickly kept aside my work and rushed towards my sis’s bedroom.Me: “Akka ennachi ka?? Yen alugura??” (what is it sis why are you crying?)She looked very uneasy and was sweating. Her eyes were wet and she looked exhausted.Me: “Ennachi kaa?? Ennanu sollu..” (What happened? Tell me)Abi: “Illa onnum. The sexual tension is building as we flirt and laugh. Time goes by Shannon gets the flight attendant's attention and requests a blanket. The attendant is gracious enough and brings the blanket. I ask Shannon if she is cold, covering herself she smiles that crooked smile, and says I have another plan. Under the blanket, I hear a zipper being undone. Shannon pulls my hand under the blanket and I feel warm flesh where her dress slacks were. The dress slacks that accented her perfect ass. Her. It was for these days that I lived. One dress that I can still see in my mind and causes my cock to still flutter is a light green one. Scoop cut, low enough, that when she leaned forward, I could see her silky pale green bra encasing her wondrous orbs. Her breasts seemed to form two perfect mounds, with a small valley between. My cock would give me fits as my eyes enjoyed the vision before me. My imagination completed the image by seeing two hard eraser tips jutting out from the very tip of.