Or so they thought. Within minutes after the plane took off, I heard the strangest noises coming from beside me. I opened my eyes a little and saw amr...ta, who was sitting beside me, hunched over Paresh’s lap. Paresh eyes were closed and he was biting his lips. I realized that the sound I was hearing was the lively sucking amrita was giving his rod. I dumped all pretext of sleeping and stared wide-eyed as Amrita ‘s big boobs bobbed up and down. Paresh looked over at me and smiled, then closed. "DAD: "Oh, Nora, don't say such things. It's wrong. You're just mad because I had that onion sandwich late last night when we were watching Noir Alley & you had to tend me with a Depends."NORA: Rolls her eyes as her flat as a washboard stomach roils. "Yes, Dad, I remember, distinkly." She glares at Hump. "You're awfully short and yet you let my sister sit in your lap standing up. Do you know who Chris Hansen is, uh, Frank?" She smiles for the first time since arriving at Key Largo some 50 years. I like the way you’re thinking. Run with it, let me know if you can get something going and I’ll pitch it to higher ups.”“Great!” she replied with a smile. Normally, Emily would be mentally shooting daggers at her boss. Pitch it to the higher ups meant pitching it as her idea, Shawnice wasn’t above taking (or rather stealing) credit. But for the moment, she was distracted trying not to show outwardly her hyper awareness of her still sensitive breasts. If nothing else, at least the sports bra. There! She had said it! She could not believe what she had done but it was now or never.“Help me?” David croaked with a panicky expression on his face. She smiled at him reassuringly.“Yes David. Perhaps I can finish you off?” she grinned at him. “You can think of me in my swimsuit if you like!” David went bright red.“I was…” he whispered hoarsely. Rose smiled at him broadly and this seemed to relax him. “I’m sorry Auntie Rose but I was thinking of you in your swimsuit…in the pool this.