He loved caressing them squeezing them sucking them and even fucking them. Seeing his lust, Rubina let go of his cock for a seconds and took off her k...meez and baring her breasts for her husband’s pleasure.“God’s their beautiful!” Maahir groaned.“You’ve seen them many times,” Rubina said coyly.“I love them more every time.”Knowing what would really get Maahir off, Rubina leaned forward a little more and started stroking Maahir’s cock, milking his precum out and tapping his cock on her cleavage. “It's art,” I say, “the beauty of the human form, nothing more, nothing less.” Fran's hands rest on her hips and she looks at me questioningly. Her head is on a slight tilt, a defiant, challenging look in her eye, and she asks, “Are you sure about this?” With no opportunity to answer, Charles and I watch mesmerised as she breathes in, puffing out her magnificent breasts. Slowly she inches her hands towards the top of her pants. Hesitating before fumbling with the button, she pulls down the. I did not need to see what Sharma uncle was doing. His hands spread my pussy lips and I felt his familiar cock get pushed in between them. “Wow, Sweta. You are so wet, its like pushing into a warm butter”.“When did you push your cock into butter, Sharma uncle?” Divya asked it before me, as if she read my mind. I heard Sharma uncle chuckle and push deeper into me, but Vijay uncle answered coyly, “Why do you think the butter bottle we buy for you girls always is opened”. It was dirty and exciting. We both had switches to flip, knobs to turn, and buttons to push.Awesome aromas began drifting into the cockpit fifteen minutes after takeoff. John said, "It's a good thing that the door is closed or we'd be going to raid that lunch."I told him, "You know this is the first flight with hostesses that I've been on where we weren't offered or given coffee." You're right, Sal. Go get us some coffee. If they didn't make any, make it and don't let them complain that you're taking up room in the.