Rachel was young and bubbly, with a fairly short cap of brilliantly red hair. I wondered how she had gotten a First Class assignment, as I thought tha... was based on seniority.Rachel took us to seats, and whispered "don't be surprised if I address you like airline executives. This is a three-class aircraft. Domestic first equals international business. We're going to sneak you into the unoccupied international first section. Don't know how much we'll see the flight crew, but they know and are. “There he is. What’s this I’m hearing about my son dating a high school senior?” Susan asked Ryan with a slight chuckle in her voice.“Ryan dating a senior? What rumour have you started now?” Molly asked Ryan, her sentence ending with laughter.“Actually my dear, I heard from Madison’s mom, that Ryan and Madison are an item now.” Susan said in a friendly but factual tone. Both Ryan and Molly sat there confused as this was news to them both. Ryan continued asking questions trying to get. He pulled a pair of scissors and a whole box of the stationary clips that he had used on her shirt from the drawer and set it on the counter. He smiled at her as he straightened."Come on girls." Bill said, while looking into Linda's eyes. "We still need to fix your mom's shorts so she can modify them too."Linda's eyes widened as she realized what he was going to be doing with her daughters. "Uncle my ass," she muttered and Bill's smile broadened."No dear. I'm saving that for tomorrow," Bill. His eyes on her breasts like stops on an organ and then as her nodded answer to his unspoken question, his fingers slithered over the soft mounds, then the nipples, rubbery nubs that he had only dreamed of, like a blind man reading brail he read the areola, then the nubs, hefted the soft sacs played with the things, sucked on them, nibbled at them and just enjoyed the whole effect. She lay back, her eyes closed, whether with enjoyment or embarrassment, who knows, but for quite a while, time.