There I witnessed occasionally a man would bring his wife or girlfriend along, which planted a seed in my mind, could I convince my wife to join. That...came to fruition on a vacation to Biloxi, Miss where we went to the Iberia theater which is chronicled in my story "My wife becoming a hotwife". On our return to Memphis I took her to the Paris Theater where I convinced her to go without bra and panties. Once settled inside I unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her 38 D tits to the audience which. ” “Sure. Do you want me to keep watch for you?” “Yes please.” We slipped unobtrusively into the galley area and the hostess pulled the curtain to give us privacy. Helen hitched her skirt up around her waist and I undid my zip and slid into her pussy. I reached around her hips and fingered her clit as I pumped into her. Helen's loud moans certainly nullified the hostess's efforts to give us privacy; everyone in the first-class cabin must have known what was happening. The hostess came inside the. ”I slid back down under the covers and pressed my breasts against his chest, pulling the covers around us. Jack moved his left arm around my back, and gently held me against him. With the difference in our heights, my crotch was up against his stomach, and I felt his hardening cock pressing against my thigh. It was obvious that the milk in his stomach and the stimulation of sucking my breasts were reviving him. My pussy had gotten wet from him nursing me and I was sure that he felt and smelled. Instantly, my male persona reasserted itself--but this time Iremembered everything I had said and done, and all that had goneon around me. "Why are you doing this, Jennifer?" I cried. Sheslapped my face. "Mistress Jennifer is my name--and don't forgetit again!" she snapped. "Now be quiet and let Mistress Margarettransform you." A short while later, my head was under the faucetof the sink, as Mistress Margaret scrubbed my mousy brown hairwith a sweet smelling shampoo. Next she rinsed a.