30 hours to go before we land at London airport. I stood up to go to the toilet and Sanket left his seat to allow me to pass. When I returned I saw th...t the cabin lights have been switched off and a few people had their reading lights on, and Sanket was standing by his seat to facilitate my reaching to my allocated seat. I had rubbed some water on the back of my neck in the toilet, and the cold blast from the air-vent on my shoulders made a mesmerizing effect, and I found myself lifting the. . it was just there quietly making a sensuous, feminine statement. As his eyes adjusted he could start making out some detail within the shadow. Her ass hovered blandly between tight and plump but the skin was flawless. As he stared, she shifted her weight slightly and he saw muscle play beneath the flesh and recalled the many times he had felt that butt squirm under his hands.His gaze continued upwards, noting the definition in her back. Again, it wasn't dramatic, just enough to show that. They all settle at some chairs and you walk over to me waiting at the bar for you. What an incredible site you are, your long hair, straight and long down your back, you are wearing a short and very tight halter neck black dress, it is clear that you have no underwear on at all. The dress is tight enough to keep your fake tits in place and the smooth dress over your ass indicates a lack of panties. It goes without saying that your face is covered in thick full make up. What a fuck this is going. Mystified by my sister, which happened now and then. You wake up and just live your life, and then someone gets mad at you. Leave it to my sister to get stewed by semantics. A guy can't really date his sister. I thought Fran was very date-able, saying so in a very proud big brother sort of way, to bolster her self-esteem; not that I really wanted her to be dating some guy, some dumb young horny kid.You can't date your own sister because dating implies maybe wanting something more, like stuff.