I told him I love to sniff and lick all pairs of dirty panties any age or size. I asked him what his wife's panties smelled like.(I had already sniffe... a pair of her dirty panties that morning and had licked her crispy dry juices till they became slimy again and I could actually taste her). He blushed bright red and said that they were not his wife's but his sisters (my wife's dirty panties).God I was so aroused to find out he was sniffing his younger sisters dirty panties while wanking. I told. ”I looked over at my husband, grabbed his hand, and said, “I love you.”“I love you too Cami but we are not going to crash.”Suddenly the plane jerked, turned sideways and started to descend faster than I knew it should. I thought to myself, ‘at least I am with the man I love.’I leaned toward my husband, gave him what I figured was the last hug and deep kiss. We sat holding each other tight as the plane descended toward the Andes Mountains. I looked over and saw the two students, although both. Tom reappeared ( I had not seen him leave) with a second stamp, held in the pliers with no regard for the lady or her condition he aligned it with the second dot, and plunged it alongside my own initial again the sudden muted scream from the hood and the convulsing body collapsing as he removed the hot metal.Tom sprayed the area with some sort of pain spray and then told me to “screw her again properly it`s what they had agreed. I am afraid that was not what I could physically do. I was stood. One had to be careful with those islander cultures. What was her intension? Was I allowed to touch her? Wanted she to have sex with me? I dared not to move and just stared. At least this I was allowed, since she was the one who removed her clothes. I was not long left in limbo. Graciously, she stepped out of the ring that the cloth made at her feet and without taking her eyes off mine, she stepped back until she was close to the bed. She somehow knew where the edge was, because she still fixed.