I saved her the trouble and talked to her in the local language, which surprised her.“Please forgive my disrespect,” she said. “Your destination...is the United States, and you appear American.”I smiled and said, “Your guess was correct. I am American, but I happen to learn languages very quickly. I hope that being American isn’t getting me bumped off the flight, or, worse, moved down to storage.”“Mr. Gibson, you are quite funny,” she giggled like a schoolgirl. “No, sir, I called you up to the. “Red, trust me” Stan said as he lifted himself up and positioned himself behind her. He inserted his index finger inside of her pussy and then she felt him spit on her butthole. The warmth of his spittle seeping into her butthole sent shivers up and down her spine. He went down and started licking her butthole and then she felt his tongue go up inside her butthole. His other hand still caressing her breasts lovingly and his other finger stroking in and out of her pussy. She was overcome with. "DaaaaDDDD!!!" Michelle cried out.After all, there was no one else but it was fun to tease just a bit."OK. You got it," I said and kissed her one last time. Shifting her over to my hip so I could walk, I sauntered with my little Lindie tightly wrapped very lovingly around me. Her head was nestled on my shoulder. We both were in heaven.I gave Michelle's butt a couple of love taps and she shifted her feet down and climbed into the van's passenger seat. If her smile was any wider I'm sure her face. ”“Excellent! I’ll make the arrangements. We’re looking forward to working with you.”After he ended the conversation, his phone rang again before he had time to put it back in his shirt pocket. He mumbled, rolling his eyes to Meg’s delight—though she was enjoying her reverse California roll and wasn’t objecting on any account.“Phil, it’s me, Betty. We ... we need to talk.”“Betty?” he exclaimed, a bit loudly. He covered the receiver, as if it would make any difference, but both Abe and Meg.