As I tuck my genitals back and pull up a panty girdle to hold them out of the way, the next 48 hours stretches in front of me with the thrill of a lif... that could not get better.With Karen's help I now have a closet full of clothes to choose from. Most of them are what women wear in their daily lives, nothing sluttish; more "housewifish" if there is such a word? That's what I want, and that's how I can now pass unnoticed.I'm 5' 9" and 155 lbs, which translates, in Karen's language, to a near. Lisa strained her thigh muscles as she spread her legs even wider to get more feeling from the sleek, caressing brush-handle, and as it contacted her passion-flushed love-bud, she moaned aloud."Oh, oh... oh..." she cried, pulling the brush handle back and forth along her glistening pussy, the motion increasing in rapidity as the heat in her loins increased. Billy could see perfectly the soft little hair-lined opening of her cunt as the blunt tip of the brush moved up and down over it, moving. I placed his worn out cock back into his pants, zipped him up and kissed him on the cheek like nothing had happened. I glanced at the flight attendant and it was very clear that she had enjoyed our little show by the way her nipples were protruding into her blouse. I had a feeling that she would be looking for an empty lavatory as soon as she re-filled his drink and I wanted to follow her to see how wet her pussy really was. After handing him his drink, she informed us that we were starting our. She sat silently for a minute, watching me scribble on a pad, then, “las matemáticas?”“Math? Numbers?”“Yes, numbers. Math?”“Math,” I said. “In English, ‘math’ is short, ‘mathematics’ is long.”“Yes. Spanish. Mates and las matemáticas. Carlita tells me.”“Do you know math?”Shiny black hair bounced. “I show you.”We have whiteboards on the wall. I hand her a marker. She WANTS to show me.One thing about it, I’m gonna come out of here knowing more Spanish than I did when I started.That’s one thing I.