"I wasn't sure what the t-shirt message meant, but I'd heard of the 'MileHigh Club,' and that Grace was wearing such a t-shirt while flying mademe sud...enly feel very uncomfortable. Grace's hair was unkempt and,frankly, a bit wild looking. I supposed that traveling, it was possiblefor one's hair to become messy. But Grace looked almost, well, trashy.All I could picture in my mind was her walking around the Dallas-Ft.Worth airport dressed as she was - men ogling her every step.All of these. They are full and wanton, as is her smile. Her eyes close with pleasure and she lets out a stifled moan as his hand joins hers inside the dampened red lace. Her scent fills the lift and my already erect cock pulses a little faster, grows fuller and wider.I look away to check the lift's progress. A few more floors to go. Damn. I could happily watch this all night... I turn back to find she's now facing me, embraced with her lover, his face still buried in the nape of her long neck. She looks at. Well there was .i had to stay for the night.i got some bed clothes and slept in the spare room.it was the closest to the bathroom so i guess id meet any intruder first.well i was just dozing off when i could hear this whimpering/crying.softly to begin with but getting louder.i tried to ignore it but eventually i got up to see what it was about.it was my aunt.she couldnt sleep.i offered to get her a drink or some tea but she asked me to sit beside her till she fell asleep.i stroked her hair to. Now that you're a woman,do you find yourself fancying men? Only last night I had some..ah..erotic dreams featuring myself, as a woman, havingpassionate sex with a man."She looked very uncomfortable telling me this, and avoided making eye contact while doing so."Yes," I said, "only last night I didn't dream of having sex with a handsome man; I actually *had* sex with a handsome man. Several times." Wow, really?" she said, eyes wide. "Kelly?" Yep. He's an absolutely gorgeous man." So it appears.