It felt like a warm, wet, well fitting tight glove, at that time I had no other point of reference or comparison but it felt like pure bliss, it was j...st heaven.I just laid there between her legs embedded inside her but not moving exactly as she had told me, to be honest as stupid as it sounds I don’t think I even knew I had to move. If I had listened to Aunt Jen’s little talk earlier a bit more attentively maybe I would have had a better idea but there was just so much info to take in. It is a bit small for that, but it is big enough that a few couples can enjoy a dance. She gives me a quizzical look.“Maybe later. I’m starved.”She just shakes her head. The next curtain brings us to a small dining room complete with kitchen. This is where the stewardess is finishing making breakfast. I tease Sylvie a bit.“I don’t know why anybody would eat french toast without the spices and then put an egg on top, but that is how you like it, so I forced the cook to perform such sacrilege. I. And she giggled.Next day, I picked her up from the station, took her to my place. At this point of time, it was still catering but playfully. We went into my flat and she asked.Gayatri: How many people to cook for?Sarma: Just me.Saying this I pulled her thin waist towards me. She just fell on me and we were in a deep kiss. Tongue to tongue with my hand exploring her smooth skinned waist. I pushed to the wall and took my hand to knead her boobs. They were the right sized once for the thin frame. Funny thing, though, not a one of them actually left.Complaining or not, they all stayed.A group of awkward looking girls milled next to the speaker holding half empty cups of beer, or maybe it was runny goat vomit, I couldn’t tell the difference. They kept going on about how much fun they were having, each louder and more insincere than the last. In between bragging about how much fun they weren’t having, the girls were packed tight into their own little circle gossiping about some boring.