The trip back to America in the private company plane was really something, she thought. And to think that when Tom, her new husband, had first proposed the idea of flying back home in the luxury of a private jet, she had been reluctant. The idea frightened her, after the terrible crash in which her husband was killed, but Tom had convinced her that she had to face up to the fact that what had happened was in the past and must be forgotten. He had been right. She felt warm and secure now, and blissfully happy with Tom by her side.

The dark-haired mother was anxious to see her son. After three years, she felt as though she could hardly wait another moment for the long awaited reunion. She was ready now, after the turmoil and confusion of the last few months, to face him, to be with him and to begin their whole new life.

What a glorious ending to what could have been a sorry tale, she reflected as she rather shyly returned her husband's kiss. There were only two other passengers aboard the private jet, an older couple, plus the crew, but Jean was not used to revealing her arousal to others. Still, she admitted with an inward smile, she had been in a constant state of arousal almost since the first time she and Tom had made love!

It was as though a whole new world, a world of sensuality, had been opened to her. In spite of her mild state of embarrassment, Jean felt herself getting turned on. "Tom! Please!" she said in a loud whisper, although the feel of his hand slipping beneath her tight fitting sweater secretly pleased her.

"Why not!" he said loudly. "We're married and I love you. I can feel your tits if I want to!" The couple sitting behind them looked up from their game of gin rummy to smile knowingly. Tom grinned wickedly when he saw that Jean was blushing, and to show off slid his hand up and let it rest on the full mound of her breast.