Jenny had read my mind and already reserved tables for all of us. That was not all she had done. I should have suspected something was up when we walk...d into the lobby.The owners were working the reservation counter instead of the hired help. “Ambassador Jones, welcome back, we have been expecting you.Jenny had rented one of the big rooms for a welcome home party; there was a banner stretched completely across one end, “Welcome home BJ.” It was a good thing I had decided to wear one of the. I helped her to her bed and lay her down. "OK, Michelle, let's check that leg!" I began to palpate her thigh, from knee upward. Her flesh was squeaky clean, and she smelled of the Epsom Salts I'd put in the water. Her ample ass was staring at me. Her thighs were parted nicely. As I got nearer her "Promised Land," she had a response of pain. I'd zeroed in on the injury site. "OK, sweetie, I've found the injury." We did some range of motion, and I determined the injury was not a big deal. "A bit. ". As she began to move her hand slowly up and down it, Brandon focused on his sister's body. Less mature in many ways than others in her class, Brit's narrow hips and small breasts gave her the look of a much younger girl. Her skin was smooth, except for a cut knee, with a light tan and pale swim suit lines. Her face was cute rather than pretty, surrounded by shoulder length, light brown hair. Add a mischievous smile and altogether, she had an appeal that Brandon and his penis found hard. I have a feeling he has a huge cock. I want to be able to slowly unzip his pants under the tray table and rub him though his boxers. Ideally, I would love to find a way to pull that hard cock out of his pants and wrap my hand around it, hiding it, not letting anyone know I'm holding onto this beautiful man's rock hard cock, making it appear that I'm sleeping and my hand has only drifted into my neighbor's seat. When he can't hold still any longer, I’d want him to cover my hand with his and.