I feel your hand untying the belt of my robe. Kissing me deeply, passionately, you release the belt of my robe, letting it fall open. One side swings ...ree, swinging with the rhythm of the swing. The night breeze, moist with the rain, caresses my bare breast, causing the nipples to grow hard. Your hand is warm upon my stomach. It just sits there, on my stomach, making me want you to move it, caress me with it. Your lips grow more demanding upon mine as the swing rocks to and fro. I can feel your. Then I noticed that his other hand was on her leg and was now moving up and down. "What should I do?" she whispered. I asked if she wanted me to stop him and she said “no, he'll probably get bored and stop in a minute or two. I looked at the screen then when I looked over his hand was higher on her leg, and stroking. I looked at my wife and she had her eyes closed. Then, right before my eyes, his fingers started to slowly pull her skirt up, inch by inch. Pretty soon her thighs came into view. After that I slept on bed but i can’t sleep by seeing her cleavage and it was raining heavily outside & thunder sounds she scared came into bedroom slept next to me i think she was scared. after some time aunt placed her hand over my stomach as i was sleeping turning this side and after some time she put her hands under my shorts and touching the erected penis and jerking up and down as I understood that and turn around touched her boobs over her nightie.she opened her eyes gave me naughty. “Ladies and gentleman, please turn off and stow all electronics. We’ll be taking off shortly.” Fifteen minutes later we were hurtling down the runway to Hawaii, my hands clenched tightly to the armrests, knuckles turning white… “Remember my theory of flight, Kel?” She sighed, rolling her eyes. “Sigh all you want. The fucker upstairs is getting bored,” I grumbled, as the plane dove through a choppy pocket of turbulence. “Whatever.” “Playthings, Kel. If we were meant for flight, we’d have.