Did she have vivid dreams of him fucking her? It occurred to me that too many women on this plane had similar thoughts. Something to keep in mind. The flight to Seattle was more boring than a bus ride if compared blowjob with duration and not compared with distance. Having Alasie next to me but unreachable, due to the privacy of these business class seats, made the flight torturing apart from the food. The food was exquisite. Mr. Merculief was not that lucky. The serving in Economy Class was a mere sandwich with a tiny cup of assorted fruits on the side. After my dessert, I decided to stretch my legs. Standing up I caught a good view into Ms. Cuch's cleavage. She had indeed removed her bra and she flaunted her tits making it clear they were set loose. I bent over her to have a look in her eyes and a better look down. She had called me her master in asian the car and on the airport. I was not the one going to be mean about it but I did get a rise from the thought that those awesome tits were now mine. Ms. Cuch inhaled sharply, getting her lungs full, straining her blouse with her vast tits. Slowly I let my right hand glide down into the valley created ass in her blouse, letting my hand slide under her left breast, supporting it, massaging her nipple. I concluded the tit did not need support. “Hmmmnghmm”, said a stewardess, spotting my moves, “do that to me anytime”, but she walked on, not giving me the opportunity. Following the stewardess with my eyes, I did see that all women in business class were keeping a keen eye on me and I went back to my seat to concentrate on what they were thinking. It didn’t take me long to find out that those women seeing me standing over Ms. Cuch were not able to see what I was doing and they had their own private fantasy to fill in what I was doing. Their fantasy made them think I was doing those things to them. Some fantasies of those women made me blush. Do people really do all those things? I went to check the women with those thoughts again. All of them were aroused with thoughts of what I was doing to Ms. Cuch, with them being Ms. Cuch. I was going to like it very much to tie up such a girl and then spank her for her ‘unwanted’ behavior and she then would orgasm on it. At that moment I realized there were not that many girls or young women in business class and I found out that it was women throughout the plane having these thoughts and being aroused to a certain level. Was it normal for women to get this aroused on a plane? I guessed it was but I archived the memory for later reference. Perhaps it was something else. Perhaps it had something to do with me. “You're really brave, Ginny. Her titties were bouncing, her clit was being smashed, and her butt asian felt amazing! Her eyes were wide with panic as he grabbed her panties and roughly pulled them down around her ankles, despite her best attempts to keep her legs pressed together. They stayed locked in this sixty nine position for what seemed like hours but was probably only ten minutes. It seemed she had gotten hit with the sprinklers. It is my birthday! My next class is on the other side of the campus.” He pulled out his big black cock and cover back my pussy with my panties. I ask, somewhat stupidly! Love was the answer but the question was how he was supposed to use it. She took my shaft ass at the base in her grasp and squeezed it firmly, blowjob but gently and admired the large droplet of precum that began to leak from my tip.