“Who doesn’t?”“Indeed. A woman’s ass is the ultimate incarnation of beauty and allure.” With another wink, she shifted on his lap, softly ...ooked the back of his neck with one arm, and rested her hand on top of her huge cleavage with the other. Of course she had the first few buttons of her suit shirt already undone, and from this close, there was no ignoring the black bra underneath, and how it was designed to show off her enormous breasts.“Uh...” Push her off? Nah, there was no way she’d cross. I can’t take much more of this,” you groan into my ear. I motion that I need to get up to use the restroom so you tap the sleeping passenger who begrudgingly gets up to let us out of our seats.I say to our row-mate “I’m going to be a minute Sir so you may want to sit back down” as I move away from you and non-chalantly push the flight-attendant call light. The temptation to take you by the hand and lead you to the back of the plane is strong and overwhelming but I don’t do it. Instead you. " We sat there for a few minutes while I collected myself."So know what do you want to do?" she asked when I finally had myself collected.I looked at her and gave her a kiss. Then I said, "What time is it?"She looked at her watch and replied, "It's a little after 6:30pm."I had no interest in going back to Rita's yet, so I suggested, "Ya want go to see a movie or something? I don't want to go home yet."Her eyes brightened. "Yeah that sounds like a good idea," she said cheerfully.We drove back to. I grabbed them both with the palms of my hands, grasping them with a solid squeeze.“Fuck you have amazing tits,” I uttered as I firmly kneaded them in my hands, “Rob buy these for you?”“Don’t! Please!” she whimpered quietly, “Please stop…”Sliding down her torso, sitting on her legs, my hands made their way to her shorts, ripping them down her legs, keeping them at her knees. “Don’t fight it, Rachel,” I commanded as my hand made its way to her perfectly shaven pussy, caressing her folds with my.