Its owner slumped, as limp as their spent member, legs splayed to bare the dribbling cunt beneath.“That’s cultural appropriation!” Dave called f...om the other aisle once his mouth was also cock-free. “I’m the hot black man—I should get to say that!” The slap, slap, slap of the blonde taking the transman from behind punctuated every other syllable.“But you didn’t, and we’ve only got fifteen minutes left! Anyway, I’ve ’ad three kids, so it’s literally true in my case.”Just then, the plane pitched. I had been staying with him for a week now, and was aware of his masturbatory habits each night as he jacked off in his bedroom, with my ear to the wall and my eyes closed as I tried to visualize him fisting his cock, as my own fingers sought my own cunny, as I pleasured myself, feeling my own small virgin hole, tighten around my fingers, as he came murmuring my name, his desire for me was evident daily, and released at night as he fucked me mentally, if only he knew what I was doing such a. ”Finally I lifted her and took her to bedroom. Slowly I removed her gold ornaments. (It was her fantasy to celebrate ‘Suhaagrat’ once again). She was looking damn hot. Finally I removed her saree and blouse. She had red satin bra and my God her boobs were tight and full ready to explode from it. She was wearing her mangalsutra. I started to caress her boobs over her bra and licked her cleavage along with her mangalsutra.She removed my t-shirt. We were smooching hard by now. In no time she had. ‘Oh and by the way…..the Fleet bottle I use with glycerin is in the closet too.’ She cooked up a big batch of bacon and eggs, fresh squeezed orange juice, toast and hot, steaming coffee, as he, in the bathroom, filled the little bottle with a capful of glycerin in 4 ounces of warm water. He called Sweet into the bathroom and had her to lie down on the towels. ‘This is gonna be pretty clinical,’ he explained. ‘I……’ ‘I know,’ Sweet grinned. ‘You don’t play without her.’ ‘Right,’ he grinned. .