She reached between her legs, which were crossed Indian-fashion, and ran her finger along her dewy crease, over her silky panties.Symphony put the tap...e in fast forward, then stopped it when she reached the part where Curly and the other guy trapped her between the wood stacks, then raped her. Symphony's pussy grew more and more moist, the pussy-juice beginning to soak her panties.As she watched the fucking on the screen, Symphony's fingers crept under her panties. It occurred to her that. It was just too bad that she was going to die in a fiery plane crash instead.The man's eyes jerked up to hers, and he smiled bashfully at having been caught, but didn't look away. And damnit, why was an Alanis Morisette lyric stuck in her head? 'And as the plane crashed down, he thought, well isn't this nice?' Yeah, real fucking ironic, indeed.Her gaze remained fixed on the stranger across the aisle, their heads jerking around from time to time as the plane careened through the air. He wasn't. So I stood there quietly watching my sister’s action. She slowly removed her costly saree from bag and kept it aside and also removed the blouse. It was a back button blouse and she started to wear it. Hiding and pressing her boobs to fit into it and hooked her blouse and started to wear saree. I had a very huge erection looking into it. Then she poured some perfume into her arm pits and ears and was ready to leave. I ran back to my sofa and sat there as if I have just waked up. She came near. .? You think?" He replies playfully. "Oh yes! And you’re going to lose those boxers Mr." She replies. "Make me..." He replies in a demanding tone. "Or maybe not..." She teases. Sitting on top of him, she keeps his arms over his head, and slowly rubs her sex over the hardness in his boxers. "I might just like teasing you like this..." She says in a playful tone. He looks in her eyes and gives her a stern look. Then slowly a smile spreads across his face.Slowly he starts pressing his wrists up,.