I decided to set up an opportunity for her and then be where I could observe.The simplest way to do it was to set up a phony three day business trip. ...That would leave Belinda with plenty of free time on her hands and I would make sure that I was in a position to see what she did with it. The first step was to give her plenty of advance notice so she could make her plans. The day of the trip came and Belinda drove me to the airport, kissed me goodbye and told me to hurry home and she would keep. I glanced at the other passengers and no one else was looking at us and was totally unaware of this happening. Given the lack of space to move away i did not protest & allowed him to continue. The old man was pretty encouraged & through the saree was now feeling the outline of my panty and then with a finger, tried to slide it under the panty so that he could feel the softness of my buttocks better. In spite of myself i could feel a little thrill about the whole thing letting a strange man. As she did so, there was a noise outside the window. Lookingup, Lana was just in time to see Super-Sister fly past."Is there a problem?" asked Claire, smiling sweetly at Lana who was staring out the window open-mouthed."What? No, I..I was miles away," said Lana. Then she noticed the tiny stud earrings Claire was wearing."You had your ears pierced!" she said."Yeah, after talking with you, I figured it was time," said Claire. If the fly-by of the Superboy robot she had feminized lastnight had not. “Are you doing the big White House wedding?” he asked, as he poured himself some more champagne.That finished the bottle, and the steward brought out another bottle. I thanked him and said, “No idea. When was the last one? Didn’t one of Nixon’s daughters get married at the White House? Or was that just the reception?”“My daughters are getting married in a church!” announced the bride-to-be’s mother.I glanced at Fletcher. “I guess that settles that! Listen, we’ll be issuing a formal announcement.