She was playing with me — she knew it, I knew it, and there was nothing I could really do about it on an airplane. By the time I returned from the b...athroom, the stewardess had dimmed the lights inside the plane, allowing the few people in first class the chance to rest on the flight. The beauty of red eye flights are the fact that you leave at night in on the West Coast and you arrive close to sunrise in Boston, making for an odd sleep cycle. That wasn’t the case for my mystery woman, who had. She also awakens by my kisses, she had a small smile on her face. We greeted each other by saying morning then next thing, our lips were together. It was gentle and long kiss.My hands were already at work at her lower region, rubbing her. I went inside the blanket placed one pillow below her back, spread her legs and kissed her pussy. I keep on licking her pussy until she reached her first-morning orgasm.I slowly reached out of blanket kissing her body parts. She grabbed my dick and placed it. I pulled a fresh white towel from a stand and used it to mop up around the equipment as best I could, plucking my wet T-shirt from the floor. “Sorry,” I repeated. Closer to Vi, I lowered my voice. “How are you feeling?”“Just fine.” She looked up at me and smiled. “Thanks for last night.”I wondered how much she remembered. Did she assume she had made her way to bed herself? God, I hoped so.“I – I’ll leave you to it, then.” I touched my sister’s shoulder, nodded at an openly gazing Stephan, and. Tonight they arrived at our house again and, following some sort of drunken reasoning, decided to continue the party in our living room, complete with music, yelling, and jumping around.The racket woke me up, and I allowed it to continue for the time it took me to reach the living room from my bedroom. Then I told them to be quiet and turn off the music system. I stormed back to bed assuming that my message had been understood and not bothering to wait for any replies. I left them murmuring.