It wasn’t my first cock. Not the first one I’d had in my hand, or even the first one I’d had in my mouth. I wasn’t very experienced, but I’d... given a few handies and blow jobs.. His was different though. Bigger, wider, longer, prettier. It was awe inspiring. I kissed the tip of his dick and put my lips on it. It was something I hadn’t had much practice at. I felt clumsy doing it, afraid I’d bite him. He felt big in my mouth. I was uncertain that I’d be able to finish without gagging or having my. My co-passenger on the Mumbai-Bangalore flight was a nagging witch. She kept complaining about everything – flight, service, weather, politicians, etc.My head began to throb, I escaped on the pretext of going to the washroom and went to the steward’s bay. I asked the cute server to give me water. As I was sipping, I saw him checking me out, his eyes were hungrily exploring my tits and hips.I smiled at him and said, “I came to escape from that lady. She can’t stop talking and complaining.”He. She said she was really getting turned on and so she leaned over and kissed him on the mouth, and placed her hand over his on her thigh, moving it nearer her crotch. They kissed for a while, then he asked if she'd come with him somewhere more private, and she agreed.She followed him to the toilet and he sat her on the toilet cover and undid his zip. My wife reached in and pulled out his cock, and started to lick and suck it. Before long he got her to stand, turned her round and lifted her skirt. It had been a while, well almost a month, since we had seen each other. For the very first time Effie came up and hugged me as a greeting. She looked me in the eye and it was almost a challenge. I figured she was daring me to tell her mother about catching her in bed with my grandson. I did not plan to rise to any of her challenges no matter what they were.We ate pizzas while Effie filled us in on life at the middle school. The middle school shared the campus with the high school. That.