My mom’s name is radhika and she is village lady nicely plump and clearly innocent. I never knew her boobs size as she never wore a bra but i jst kn...w that they were really more than what my mouth and hands could together take. My sis urvasi is very much younger to me.I left my house when i was 10 years old to be with my uncle in malayasia as my dad had passed away and he was not married so he liked me a lot and wanted to educate me. When i left my mom was jst 28years and my sis was 4years.. Her kilt would flare giving just a hinting glimpse of her panties.We were taking a late flight; it was made up almost entirely of what looked to be 30 to 55 year old business men, in suits, making quick, in and out, business jaunts.As the work weary group tracked my coquettish daughter, she flouncing about completely unaware.It was like watching a bunny hop about in a cage full of tigers. On one of her pauses between trips around the lounge, I told her to go pee and really look at yourself in. What he saw left little doubt that he was dreaming or crazy. A five-inch high naked woman was hovering over his chest, brilliant purple wings flapping to keep her aloft. She had long, dark hair, and smiled as he beheld her. Near his feet, he could see three others. One had wings the color of new leaves, another sported blue, and the last was orange. “They really are fairies,” he muttered in awe. The purple-winged beauty put her hands on her hips and frowned. “We are not fairies.” The rest of. He went down and looked at my cunt. I could read him now, he was thinking I have nothing more to give to this red pussy. It only had small hairs as I regularly cut it. He started fingering it and pulled up my top till my breast became visible. He put it into his mouth and sucked my nipple like a small child. My eyes was closed, suddenly a harsh but silent voice came like a thunder to us. It was the cleaner of the bus; he asked “what’s going over here?” We were shocked and the old man suddenly.