So fuck it! Like The Ramones sang, ‘I wanna be sedated.’ It’s not fear of crashing or any terrorism bullshit. I just can’t stand being crammed...like a damn sardine with no place to go for a walk. Or for that matter, a smoke. So just as the plane took off I fell asl**p. . . . The entire rest room was flooded, and I had to go bad. To make matters worse for some reason I was barefoot. Then I kept seeing shit flowing everywhere. When I finally found a clean stall the toilet itself was overflowing. We started to have casual conversations and but she was not comfortable. I tried to kiss her but she didn’t allow me. Soon I started to press her boobs but she was not responding. I kissed her neck, fingers head and check but she was not responding. She was just saying, Raj tum kya kar rahe ho. It’s not good. Anyhow, I took the kurta above her boobs and start pressing boobs over her white bra and kissing her lips. She didn’t open her lips.Later she started moaning but still not responding.. I’m not sure about the rest of you, but even our lovemaking has reached a new high since the football season ended in Houston, and we started training even harder for Taekwondo.”Brandy added, “You’ve both hit the nail on the head. Training with Rick, whether we’re running, swimming, working-out at the gym, or training at the Studio, has changed me from a girl into a young woman. I can feel the difference in my body, and everything Rick and I do together. And I can’t get enough of that feeling.. How could you do this to me?”Those were the first words I heard from my pussy, also known as ‘The Lady of the House’. She was fuming, absolutely mad. I tried to calm her down, shocked that I was having a conversation with my own body part. Clearly, though, she was going to require a lot of coaxing. “I will make this up to you. I’m sorry. I was just trying to take care of… things. I didn’t know he was going to get whipped cream and squirt it up you. How could I?”“You’d better make this up to me..