It was a late night flight and it was half filled with passengers. As the flight took off the lights dimmed out and the ambient light filled the cabin... The flight was mid-air when someone went to use the loo. After some time while coming back, I happened to see the co passenger’s face and it was the same girl who had bumped into me.We exchanged smiles again and this time we introduced ourselves. Her name was Swati and she was an architect who was on an assignment. We both were equally bored so. I sat on my knees and grabbed her butts and pulled her closed to my face.I opened her buttons from her pant and lowered them till her knees. She was already wet.I teased her more by kissing her thighs and giving love bites on her thighs and kissed over her pussy over her inner wear . I could smell the sweetness of her pussy.She was going irresistible and was moaning in pleasure.I pulled her underwear down and planted a kiss on her pussy lips.She shivered. And pushed my head deep inside.. I. Nonetheless, I sniffed and kissed around her little pink anus. To finally get intimate with this part of her body was so liberating it hit me on an emotional level. Extremely happy was not even close to describing how I felt. I purposely kissed around her asshole, but not directly on it to tease her. This did the trick; it made Jenny want my lips on her asshole even more. She moaned softly and stroked her clitoris fast while I did this. After a few more kisses, I gave her what she wanted. I. He moved his hand to his mouth."Why you do that?" asked Joe abruptly before he could speak."What is that?" Igwanda responded, surprised."Put hand to mouth. Why? Not need."Meiersdottir intervened. "Joe, I began doing that when we first met to show you I was talking to someone else and not to you. We do it for that reason. But how do you know we don't need to do it?" Long time we think, not sure," said the native. "Yesterday you say ship hear all we say. I not talk hand, Akakha not talk hand. So.