"Best for now to just enjoy the flight." Phoebe offered. "If the plane ever gets here," complained Prue, the eldest Halliwell sister. The plane itself...was due to leave in five minutes but was yet to arrive at the gate.Across the lounge sat an older man far more patience than the three sisters. With him sat a younger man, his son, who contrasted greatly with the peaceful air of his father. While the young man kept looking for the plane, the older man seamed to just meditate. From amongst the. She had a very subdued attitude, and wore a matching navy blue skirt and blazer combo. The woman was wearing her hair pulled into a single long black ponytail that she had fastened tight at the base of her skull, and ran down past her waistline. Miraculously she went straight to the front door clutching a small, black, handbag in one hand and some keys on an absurdly large set of key chains in the other. Never looking up she swiftly opened the front door, entered, and closed it behind her.. That was an adventure!She turns and sits on the bench, stretching her legs out as she leans back against the wall. Her legs are spread slightly and she can feel the cool air waft under her short skirt tickling her warm flesh. Her panties are so damp that she doesn’t know why she even bothered putting any on. Her nipples are tightening, growing in length and firmness as she watched the girl on the screen. She can feel the strain against the metal of her piercings.Almost unconsciously, Serori. I spread out my purchases on Suzi's bed and opened her wardrobe. Thistime, I pulled out a dress in buttersoft leather with multiple zipsand buckles, which I paired with long boots and fishnets. (I was notaiming for an understated look.) In a dreamlike state, I'd preparedmy body assiduously and had slipped into the undergarments andaccoutrements which would create the curves necessary to set off thedress to best effect. With trembling hands, I unzipped the dress andstepped into it. Creating.