Together, they peeled off the ribbed tank top and Craig attacked her breasts. They were large, round and soft, very pleasing to the eye. Chris’ nipp...es were large and hard as diamonds, aching to be played with. Craig took both of his mom’s breasts in his hands and manically went from one to the other, suckling them, squeezing, thumbing her nipples even gently biting them. Chris giggled and squealed and moaned at the playful assault on her breasts. Craig finally zeroed in on what his mom liked. After some persuation and sweet talks she agreed to go for a honeymoon. We decided to go for Goa. We packed our bags boarded the plane to Goa. In the plane everybody was looking at my wife. She was looking very beautiful and dressed very well. She had put on some jewellery which enhanced her beauty. While in the plane, I saw a man who was constantly looking at my wife. He was around 40 and very ugly. When he saw me, he smiled and I smiled back. When my wife saw him he smiled at her also but she. There was a little applause from laughing passengers who had to step around us. I set her on her feet and looked at the little backpack she’d dropped when I grabbed her.“Do you have luggage to claim?” I asked. She looked at me.“Why? Am I going to need clothes?” she asked. I stared at her dumbly. “Yes, you doofus. I decided it was too much hassle to pack light and carry it on. But if the bag isn’t at baggage claim, I might go naked anyway.”“That suits me fine but you might want to wait until we. Your first travel journal son. Keep a good record of your travels. A good record of your time out there may save your life someday. I know it did mine a quite few times.”“Father, how could the journal save your life?” asked Windel.He looked at Windel hard before answering, “I had several notes made up that covered an issue I had dealt with in the past. Like a type of lock that required a special key for instance. My notes showed me how to open the door before the trapped floor opened on me..