She flipped her sweater up over her head and rubbed her tits openly, brazenly, a thing she had never done for George before. "I'm so hot, my sexy husb...nd."He stared at her, absorbing the change in her. She was completely at ease, the hot sexy bundle he always knew she could be. A lewd grin passed over his strong-featured face. "Why not?" he said."I'm glad." Her fingers worked the zipper of her jeans. She peeled them down and George watched them drop to her ankles. She stepped carefully out of. Coming to the story:I was in New York for New Year’s Eve and was at JFK to catch the flight back on the 2nd. Incidentally, the first leg our flights back home was the same and we were seated alongside in Business Class.I normally don’t initiate conversations during travel as that’s my “me-time”; she started one by asking something about my headphones (Bose noise-cancelling).Thus, the conversation carried on and we ended up talking through the 4-hour flight and exchanged numbers at the end to. “There is nothing to explain!” I responded. “It is obvious that you have just had an orgasm! The glow on your face is just like your sisters!”Sit back down and relax!” I said turning towards the TV hoping that my raging hard-on was not obvious. However I was sure she was too flustered to notice.I picked up the cover of the DVD and read, “ ‘Holiday Fun. Solo, Girl/Girl and Threesome Action!’ If you think it’s any good I should get c a copy.“Anyway we won’t be needing that for a bit!” I said. My mother, bless her open mindedness gaveme the opportunity to buy my own clothes of my choosing to wear what Iwanted when I wanted and as any typical teenager would, I instead chose totry and conform, to avoid being anything other than normal.I have regretted this decision ever since and to my shame; at times haveblamed my mum for not forcing the issue.Coward.Fast forward and my mental state and inability to deal with my conditionhave caused me to be unreasonable and confrontational. At.