She would wear tank tops and shorts most of the time and didn't seem to be afraid to show off what she had, at least to me. We would flurt a bit but ...othing too obvious. I would tell her that she looked so good that if I was 20 years younger, her mother would have a problem. From time to time I would be very frank about what people might say if she were to go to the wrong place wearing some of her reveling outfits. For the most part she was very mature about those conversations and seemed. “Mmm, from the way I’m salivating down here, I think someone’s enjoying herself a little bit,” her pussy taunted. “Come on, just a little touch? I know you want to …"The feeling of her nether lips moving as well as what felt like a new wet appendage moving inside her while it talked was nearly enough on its own to send her over the edge.“It’s wrong…Please…” Stephanie pleaded under her breath.“Look, honey, there is nothing wrong with feeling good. I’m not asking you to have sex with some. Then he got back on the bed with me and we cuddled for about 5 minutes in silence. There was so much I wanted to say, but I thought we'd enjoy the silence, after all we did just commit a crime technically."Randy?" I asked."Yes sis?" Randy asked."I'm in love with you," I replied.Then we kissed again."Tiffany?" Randy asked."Yes?" I asked."I'm in love with your boobs," Randy replied."You horny bastard," I said."What? They are really nice and perky," Randy replied.Then we kissed again."So you are. ..My first leg of the journey was spent, as usual, fantasizing about sissythings and keeping myself futilely aroused by flexing my thighs and movingmy hips, providing some stimulation to my trapped little dick, taking thekeds off and rubbing my smooth, pantyhosed feet together under the seat,and generally, making flying a blissfully, enjoyably frustrating and kinkysexual experience.Now, walking to my connecting flight through a crowded airport andsmiling, I thought that if only these people.