In this position, her dress fell back showing all of her legs and her panties. Katrina reached to the back seat and pulled out a towel to cover the se...at. She was now lying on top of the towel. I noticed that Katrina had something in her hand. I was trying to concentrate on driving and at the same time watch my sister. That damn buzzing sound started again, except this time it was much louder. Getting bolder and bolder, Katrina pulled the shoulder straps down n her sundress, exposing her. She had obliged. She knew better than to ask me. I told things in my own time; I always have. Kelly was more persistent but this time she was a bit more understanding.I turned and looked at her. I thought back eight years, to when I met her. She had been a mess, then. Malnourished, skin and bones, dull hair, dull eyes, dull smile, and a Grunge band-fest worth of pent up anger. She was lost, completely lost. She had a hard childhood, her fucktard of a father killed himself drunk driving, and her. Your tray tables should be stowed and your seats in the upright position..."One of my companions nudges me in the ribs, as I wake reluctantly from sleep to the bustle of the cabin and the cabin crew carrying out their final checks, before landing.Arriving? Thank goodness. Just why do you get so tired, just sitting, eating and drinking?I fill in the immigration paperwork as the Boeing makes its final approach. I glance out of the cabin window. There's a shifting panorama of clouds, hills, the. Instead, it makes my cummy box feel like it's stuffed with soft glass. And wait till you see what it makes a woman look like!"She practically tore off her jumpsuit to expose her naked body gleaming inside the clear plastic sheeting that was supposed to con the Rands into thinking she wore an SS."Whore time, huh, Mr. Rand? Hooker haven. I look like a State Street peep show."She turned around and about, demonstrating the glitter of her covering in that elegant room, feeling like a two-bit nobody..