Her skirt was very tight and she could feel the bulge of the man's penis through the fabric of his trousers and her skirt.Being an airline hostess Mic...ele was well used to men being forward, trying look up her skirt or even trying to cop a feel and she was about to spin around berate this young upstart when all of sudden she felt a little tingle of sexual excitement ripple through her body. My God she was even getting a little moist!It was Michele's last flight with BOAC and she was determined. .. almost younger somehow.Meg didn't actually want to talk about it. If things just went on the way they were she'd be happy enough. Talking about it would lead to decisions, and she was afraid about those decisions."What do you want me to say?" she asked.Mavis didn't want to talk about it either, to be truthful. She had not meant for any of that to happen. The fact that it had still puzzled her. If she'd been born and raised in Louisiana she'd have believed someone had used Voodoo, or a magic. Cupping my palms over your cheeks, I begin massaging your scantily-clad bottom. The slick material slides back and forth as I playfully tease and caress you. You quiver as I squeeze your cheeks gently together. Your faint moans tell me you’ve awakened to my sensual touch. You sigh as I slowly slide my callused hands under your panties. As I gently fondle your tender flesh, you tense. Within minutes, my caresses have you squirming. Your moans become more pronounced as you grind your pelvis into. .. with what? I don't know. But at that moment I should gladly have changed the red and white of our national flag to those colours: Yellow, ashen greyish and diamond blue."Welcome home, dear. Had a hard day?" No, not really. Busy, fortunately, but not strenuous. But busy enough to keep my mind occupied, so I wouldn't have to think of you all the time." oK. And who was speaking now, the flatterer or my horny husband?" Aaww, you know. I'll always flatter you, but for now it's your horny and.