We both had a starting problem and couldn’t look into each others eyes. I slowly held her tight between my hands and she rested her head on my shoul...ers watching TV.A minute later I slowly kissed her forehead, to which she closed her eyes. I too closed my eyes and moved my lips to hers. Our lips met and then it was like fire. We both broke loose and we hugged each other and smooch each other wild. It was as if we are having sex for the first time. She was a good smooch her than me.She rode her. They stared at each other in confusion for a moment, then fear, and then more confusion as they wrapped their head around what they were feeling. On one side of their vision was a toned man with a shapely face and the other was a busty girl with hair down past her shoulders. Maybe side is the wrong word, as it implies that they made a cohesive whole, instead of the stitched up mess they were seeing. They looked down and watched as the sides flipped, resulting in a pair of large breasts. “You aren’t wearing your knickers,” he whispered, surprised.She grabbed his hair and came up to kiss him. “I knew I wouldn’t need them,” she moaned into his mouth. “Come on,” she urged him.Ron leaned forward over her for the second time. His hands were now grasping at her breasts through the material of her shirt. He caressed her nipples and she moaned again in his mouth.Slowly, he released her lips and backed a little, but this time he didn’t even look into her eyes. He followed the line of. We're looking for a plane."He nodded, not pointing out how stupid my comment sounded."Are you looking for someone?" he asked."We're here to meet some friends who are flying in from Tennessee. Where is the terminal?"He looked funny at me for a minute, and then smiled."Oh, you want the pilot's lounge. Go back over there," and he pointed to what looked like a two-story house, complete with dormer windows, at the far end, away from the buildings where people were working on airplanes. "That red.