She was a pathan by origin but being brought up in Karachi she was very different, even with her accent of urdu. When they moved in I was about 18, an... after my Intermediate exams, I was rather free and was not doing any thing. Her husband Shehzad was on the International Flights and mostly stayed out of the country for weeks at a time.As the time went by me and Shazia became close in the sense of friend ship. We use to watch movies together and I use to take her to market and stuff like that.. "How about you, Joe? Do you mind?" Darla asked as she straddled his thighs.Joe had fantasized about a group sex scene between the passengers of the airplane, but putting on a show for everyone with Darla hadn't crossed his mind. Still, when Darla pressed her lips to his and fondled his erection over his Levi's, he did something he'd wanted to do many times since he'd met her. He moved his hands up Darla's smooth, shapely legs on the outside of her thighs, up under her dress until his hands. I took off my shoes and socks when John returned with a big water bottle, he took a drink and handed it to me. I threw it back and took a long drink, when I looked back John had taken off his shirt. My god. He was as ripped I I thought he was. clearly defined pecs, abs that would be washboard if he flexed, and on top of it all was dark grey hair. A lot of hair, more than any guy I'd ever been with. I pulled off my shirt and reached out to tough his chest. His hair was softer than I expected,. We had gotten ready for bed and were all just wearing shorts but I Randy kept his shirt out rolled it up and put it on his shoulder to soak up my tears as he laid down and held me with my face buried in his shoulder. I didn’t need to talk about it as we all knew the situation and that I was crying because I had fallen for Jon and now he was leaving in just over three weeks. I just needed to cry out my pain and Randy knew that. Brent and Chris were close friends but hadn’t ever seen me breakdown.