Kari then unselfishly suggested that her torso harness could probably be adjusted to fit the younger girl. We made the adjustments and then headed out...to the flight line. We performed the same quick egress training on the same aircraft that we had used earlier. I had both Lana and Carrie accompany me on the walk around and Kari helped explain what they would do on the flight line as well as in the air.Before we took off Kari suggested we stow an air-droppable CB radio in the front compartment. They'd shared their bodies on Skype and now-now she was coming here, to be with him.Nearly lost in thought, he heard her flight number overhead-they'd landed and were disembarking. He stood, nervously and waited for her to exit the terminal. Singles and pairs came down the hall and then there she was-unsecured wavy brunette locks cascading over her shoulders and just touching her gorgeous, plump breasts. Oh how he longed for his fingers to be her hair and to brush upon her chest. Suddenly aware. Each. Terrible. Wonderful. Inch. When his balls slapped against my cunt and cock, and his crotch pressed to my tailbone, I whimpered, and collapsed in Yavara’s lap. “Well?” She whispered, her voice edging with the thrill of it, “Do you like it?” “Oh no.” I sobbed, wracked with spasms. Yavara lifted my head, connected our gazes. Some of the mania had left her eyes, and I saw in them a familiar compassion. “Elena, you don’t like it?” “No,” I said, my voice possessed, sounding like it was coming. Thoughts of John filled her head again, and she found herself rubbing herself harder. Her cunt was so wet now that her fingers kept slipping inside it, and the feel of her cunt being filled was wonderful. She sat on the loo and fingered herself faster and faster. She had never fingered herself before, she hadn’t needed to, no one had ever affected her like he did. She suddenly wished that he were here with her, watching her rubbing herself for him. This image of him watching her was so.