Then hop up, pace over to the window. Back to where I was sitting. Around all the benches in the departure lounge. Back to the window. Over to me. Plo... back down only to squirm around in her seat till she hoped up to start the whole routine again.I also don’t think she was even remotely aware of the effect she had on the other passengers. Ash had on her little pink plaid kilt, a matching white, with pink piping blouse, her white and pink striped knee socks, that fit like thigh highs on her tiny. ‘Ms. O’Hara! You really should make your reports to the bridge on time,’ I said in a loud voice. She immediately sprang to her feet: ‘Sir! I’m sorry! I must have dosed off.’ Actually she had done nothing wrong. Our mission was for all intents and purposes over. The computers were now handling the sensor gathering role – comparing what we had vacuumed up on the outbound leg with the return leg’s intercepts. This was just an excuse for me to violate her space because I was the only other person. Ken and Charles stripped to get ready. The window walls remained clear. No one noticed or cared about the three teenage boys at the lot’s outer perimeter. Those guys knew Ken, Tim and Charles. And the teenagers knew that beautiful women were brought to that house, to fuck...sometimes in clear view. Well, the teenagers saw three nude guys and one nude woman. BTW, the teenagers brought binoculars, so they could see details without encroaching upon Ken’s yard.Ken bent my wife across a white. Kali just seems to purr a little.Right now her breasts are unformed. But I can imagine what they will be like. Kali looks so much like her mother. Karen's breast are a little on the small size. Actually just how I like them. I've never been a fan of big boobs. I like a small well formed hand full of a breast.My left hand continues roaming, massaging caressing her face, neck and upper chest. Meanwhile my right hand slips under the afghan and finds her feet. As I said she is laying on her left.