And most importantly, how!I took the phone back from her hands. This time putting my palm on her elbow and taking the phone from the other hand. I rep...ied to her. Me: Babe, I have no clue how would you touch me in this flight, right here, right now. Unless we wait for it to land and find some other day for fun.She read my reply and immediately began typing.She: Dumbo, what am I carrying this stole (scarf) for? I will give it to you on the pretext of me taking out something from the front seat. She'd wait until he was alone; then she'd climb right up, lean back into him, and begin wriggling her ass. She could still remember how wonderful his cock-bulge felt against her ass-cheeks, and how great his hands felt beneath her dress. Looking back, though, she felt he should have discouraged her from being so naughty.Rather, he only encouraged her the more. By the time her titties had blossomed, Uncle Jack was constantly coming over to the house, bringing her gifts, about which she had to. I loved smelling and tasting you all over. How your throbbing nipples swelled as I sucked and kissed them. Then, you told me to milk your melons and I held my face between them for you. You murmured for me to slide my fingers down the cleft of your bottom. Darling, your hole there is so soft yet tight, so moist and musky. And it really excited you, didn't it, when I worked my fingers up inside it?But, of course, it was your yummy cunt that drove me wild. Oh honey, how its inner flesh opened out. Those bulky sweaters she’d been wearing since the weather had turned cold were covering up a lot of curves, soft, warm, decadently female curves. He wondered what kind of underwear Erica had on under her clothes, irrationally certain it wasn’t white cotton and pleased by the idea that her prim outfits were covering up something a little wild. That body should be wearing something a little wild. He didn’t know why he’d always wanted to see Lila in white cotton. “I feel safe with you,” she said..