And further down, sliding down the front to her pussy . 'Please...' She whispers. She feels my hand on her inner thigh. My finger brushs across her te...nder pussy lips, then she feels the my fingertip parting them. She is frozen, as I run my finger across her clit. 'No,' She said.Next, my fingertip slids to her labia. She feels my fingertip poking the mouth of her pussy, and she bits her lip.She feels her wettness dripping down her inner thighs. My finger enters her pussy. 'Yesss,' I whispered. Wo boli: Fir to acha hai.Me: Ji.Fir wo hass ke boli: Ab jaldi aa jana aap.Fir unhone call rakhi aur main bhi ready ho kar nikal gaya. Jab main waha pahuncha, to mami mera gate pe hi intezaar kar rahi thi, aur mama kahi jaane ki taiyaari mein the. Tabhi maine mama se poocha-Me: Kaha jaa rahe aap mama ji?Wo bole: Main jaa raha hu 4-5 dino ke liye gaon. Tum log aaram se party karo, mujhe urgently jana hai. Kuch zaroori kaam hai mujhe.Maine bola: Ok mama ji.Then I saw my mami. Kya hot lag rahi thi. I take a step back to keep the distance between us but he reaches for my arm and pulls me toward him. He hugs me tight so I won’t be able to hit him again. “Let me go Douglas,” I say with clenched teeth. “I’m sorry,” he says. He is always saying sorry. It’s starting to lose it’s meaning. “Let. Me. Go.” I enunciate each word slowly. “Please,” he says. “Just… let me stay like this for a little more, then I will let you go,” his voice breaks on the last word. Despite how furious I am at him. So fuck it! Like The Ramones sang, ‘I wanna be sedated.’ It’s not fear of crashing or any terrorism bullshit. I just can’t stand being crammed like a damn sardine with no place to go for a walk. Or for that matter, a smoke. So just as the plane took off I fell asl**p. . . . The entire rest room was flooded, and I had to go bad. To make matters worse for some reason I was barefoot. Then I kept seeing shit flowing everywhere. When I finally found a clean stall the toilet itself was overflowing.