Bye!" she said, and immediately set of into a round off back handspring full twist layout. When she landed, she was back outside her house. "Right. Su...garshine, can you hear me?" I'm on my way back to you," she replied, once again in Jennifer's head."I'll open my window for you," Jennifer said as she went inside and back to her bedroom. "Now how do I change out of this thing? Wait, let's see, something like… Final score, game over!" The cheer uniform burst into a cloud of golden sparkles that. She asked what I meant; so I said I would show her! I told Karen to change places with me and Rob to change places with Linda; when we had all changed I looked Linda square in the eyes and said; I want to see your fucking tits slut! As if I had asked her to fuck the United Nations Linda began to protest. I shut her up by reminding her that she had made Rob bring her here; a place where strangers meet for sexual escapades and she wanted me to believe she was not a slut. Linda blushed but began. I grabbed her hair and pushed her face inside – she took a moist handkerchief and cleaned my arse region and then she let her tongue loose on my orifice. She licked it well and I could feel the spasms of pleasure in my body. Then she poured the rest of the beer in the glass and took the bottle in her hand and said “Ekta mosti korabo? Ektu byaatha hote paare!” (Want to try out some masti? It could be a little painful though). I was in the mood for anything and consented….Juhi stood up on the bed. As I boarded, and the flight attendant greeted me, I immediately recognized her. As the title of this story indicates, she was - indeed - an Indian princess (BTW: that's Eastern Indian, as in India). Her smile was great to see, and I warmed up inside immediately. Why? I had flown on one of her flights a few months ago. The flight was only about 1/2 full, and I had 1st row seating. The flight attendant seat is quite close to the 1st row, so conversation was pretty easy when she wasn't.