She used to yell that at us kids every night at dinnertime. We never challenged her to see if she would really do it. I run to the door as she starts ...o close it like a big prison door that is about to slam closed. I make is just in the nick of time. I rush over and am the first one at the table. My father looks at me with a big smile. "You always were my favorite." He and I laugh. I never know if he is telling me that or if he tells all his kids that.I sit next to Bobby at lunch. We are. Daytime sex sessions with the old Emir had been rare events and were a signal honour. Her natural caution made her think that this Emir was very young and perhaps his afternoon romps would not be as rare and significant as an older man's. Only time would tell. Perhaps if he filled her cunt again she would know he wanted her pregnant.She slipped into his bedroom, not at all worried about the lack of an attendant eunuch this time and insinuated herself under his bedcover at his feet and wormed. I re-buttoned my 501's and walked back to the back. I noticed the last two rows were empty. I sat in the last row at the window and now I knew where the stewardesses were. I undid my jeans again and pulled out my cock and was jacking off real good . I noticed something to my left. I stopped and looked real hard. it was dark and I didn't notice it but someone was laying on the seats in the aisle across from me. I thought..oh shit. I am busted. I was in a panic when all of a sudden the body. She is not what you might consider classically pretty, but then she’s hardly at her best right now. Her light brown hair is tied back in a long loose ponytail. As a single guy, you find the most attractive aspect of this stranger to be her tight, very athletic figure. Hoping not to startle her, you gently shake her shoulder, asking if she's all right. It takes a few moments for her eyes to focus, finally roused enough to answer your questions. "I'm Miki," she tells you. "I, uh, kinda.