No reaction. Now I got enough courage. I strongly decided to fuck her tonight in my wife’s presence itself. So I kept my hand inside her bed sheet a...d slowly lifted her middies up to her knees. In the dim light I can see the glow of her skin. It is outstanding. I continued up to her panty. She wore a dark green coloured panty which is already wet. I shocked that she might be awake. Pausing to my moves I checked one again. She is in deep sleep. This time I kept my hand inside her black t-shirt. Oh yes, they’d be really pleased with the way you’d turned out wouldn’t they? A cock sucking, cum guzzling whore. Do you think they’d like that?” She doesn’t look too pleased with my verbal commentary. Her pace has slowed. Too bad – I’m paying top dollar and I can say what I like. “That’s it, suck it now. You dirty old tart. You busty slut. You like that name don’t you? Proud of your big knockers, eh? Fucking whore. Dirty old slag. Do your c***dren know this is where the money for their. My own mum, was one of the stars back then, she had a huge appetite for sex and most of the men would 'Bag Her', just for the sake of saying they did so. She was a typically tall Scandinavian woman, with a great physic, loved being amongst men of all ages, and as I watched her typical greeting, of full mouth on mouth kissing, she would drop her hand and fondle their cocks and testicles, while some of the men would look at me and smile, my own nudity exciting some more than my mothers fondling. There was even time for chat with the pilot. His name was Peter and for Julia he was sex on legs. He had such a great voice and that knowing look of being in complete control. Every time she saw him, she went weak at the knees and just wanted to take him somewhere and fuck his brains out.As it happened, the whole crew had been booked into the same hotel for one night and Julia was wondering whether to make her move over dinner and a few drinks. She hadn’t been fucked for ages. The plane landed.