LillianAs I awoke from the dream, I began wishing it had never ended, the pleasure had been more than I could have ever hoped for. As I became more aw...re, I realized that Janet was in my arms, our legs intertwined. I slowly opened my eyes to see Janet staring into mine, a flush on her skin and a question in her eyes.“Is everything okay, Janet? You look like you have something to ask me or tell me, but I am unsure what it could be.”“Umm, did you perchance have a very vivid dream last night?”. I want you here, sitting in the middle seat while I lean against the window, and you slide your hand under my blanket to my hips, then across my tummy to my inner thigh, moving between them and over to where the heat radiates between them pressing through my clothes and massaging my little puffy mound … rubbing it, pinching it, slowly feeling it get hotter and hotter in your hands … feeling the juices from my pussy soak through my pants, since you know I don’t wear panties …I have my face. " Nah. Too much effort and sweat. How about I take you sky diving? You can wear your tiny bikini and risk losing it. Is that risky enough for you? The air up there is very cool and there's lots of sunshine for your vitamin D concerns. Let's get your sister, Joe and your cousin to come too." Immediately, a devious plan spawned in my perverse mind. "None of them has jumped before, but I can teach the class in case it's too small for the other jump masters to deal with. You haven't jumped in a. I had crossed a line and presumed, and perhaps had shown her more than she needed or wanted to see.Thirty minutes of silence. Of staring at the screen.Thirty minutes of regret.Then another fifteen minutes beyond that. Forty-five minutes in total.A pop-up window. A new message.More importantly, a message from her. From my foreign correspondent. I opened up the message and saw a symbol of a paper-clip. An attachment. Probably just her sending me back a reply, I thought, with my original video.I.