The in-flight meal had been served and eaten dutifully, if not with gusto, and now the lights had been dipped to let the first class passengers watch their personal media stations. David draped a blanket over himself and Becky and hugged her close. Soon the food, the warmth and the darkness caused David to slip into a deep sleep along with his beautiful 10 year old daughter...

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Two hundred and fifty miles further along the flight path to Europe, Helen Jameson sat in her own first class seat. Although she was no longer a model, she was regularly recognised by the stewardesses on aeroplanes and so, after an initial kerfuffle, she was left in peace. Philip and Susan were sitting in their own row of three seats playing some sort of motor racing game on the small screens built into the seats in front of them. Helen sat with Dawn on her lap reading to her from the latest Harry Potter book. As Dawn listened she leaned back against her mother moving slightly from side to side. The little 6 year old could feel her mother's breasts pressing into her back and knew that her movements had caused the nipples to erect.

Dawn sat, listening to her mother as she read; but her mind wasn't really on the book. She was remembering the night before and the wonderful feelings she got when she was stretched almost to breaking point by David's hard cock. The beautiful girl took her mother's free hand and lay it on a smoothly soft leg, just above the knee. Helen, almost absentmindedly, stroked up and down her lovely daughter's leg. Dawn opened her legs wider and Helen's fingers drifted under the short skirt to beat a quick tattoo on Dawn's panties, making the gorgeous pre-teen giggle. Helen looked up and around the first class cabin and saw that the stewardesses were all sitting at the front, relaxing. She lifted her hand higher and slipped her fingers underneath the waistband of Dawn's little white panties, a fingertip gliding over the 6 year olds tiny little clit. Dawn moaned deep in her throat and shuffled down lower on her mother's lap to give her easier access to her pre-teen pussy. Helen worked a slim finger into Dawn's tight little cunny, loving the way her finger was gripped and drawn inside. She pushed deeper until the palm of her hand was flat against her baby girl's crotch. Dawn rocked her hips back and forth getting off on her mother's invading finger, the slight dribbles of lubrication coated Helen's finger, allowing her to move it faster within her daughter's delicate body. Dawn began huffing and puffing as if she had been running in the first Transatlantic Lolita Marathon, then she tensed, her whole being concentrating on the warm feelings flowing from deep within her belly to wash through her whole body. Then her breathing stopped as her cunny gripped Helen's finger tighter than before. Helen kept still for a few seconds and then slowly withdrew her finger. As it popped from Dawn's cunny she lifted her hand to her mouth and sucked on her glistening finger, shuddering as she tasted her daughter's sweet juices......(cont)