It all started when our parents left us alone as they have to attend a wedding out of town. The afternoon was quite hot in climate and the breeze was ...arm. Anjali was sitting in the living room watching some channel as I sit beside her bored. She was wearing a yellow skirt and blouse, covered by a red colored half saree. Normally, she used to wear chudidhar at home but today I still don’t know why she wore this. Anyway she looked really pretty in that and would give any man a hard time. I. I quietly knocked on the door, and he immediately opened it. In a low voice he ordered me to take off my shirt and skirt, but leave on the heels. I shuddered at the thought of being naked in the stairway again (something proving to be a favorite of his), and knowing that no one could just walk by, this being the top floor, with no other apartments on the floor, I quickly complied. This time he didn't leave me out there, but had me enter. Without any other kind of greeting, he pulled me to him. "With that, he gently lay down next to me, his lips against my tit. I grasped his head tightly; I had never had a cock go limp on me in my whole life. My hand reached for the flaccid member and I began to stroke it slowly, trying to bring it back to the stiffness needed to give me a good fuck. He began to kiss me as I ministered to his needs.But try as I might, including playing with his balls as I masturbated him, Brad's cock would not accept the blood that his brain was trying to force in. She was going to be a coveredwoman from now on, what an adventure!"You can go back to your seat now and tell Rosie what I just mentioned toyou." Mme Ahmad said dismissively as she turned back to look at herscreen.The flying attendant who was standing behind Lita all that time, smiledas she signalled at her to follow.Twenty minutes later the giant plane touched very smoothly the tarmac atthe Doha's Hamad International Airport.As they were landing Rosie who had a slight flying phobia was.