"I wanted to get these damnedthings off of my feet...I don't know how you walk around on them all daydear...and I found out I just can't do it! I alwa...s end up putting itright back on!"Patrick's Grandfather sat down beside her and did the same thing.Lifting a long smooth leg up, the old man grimaced as he removed a shoe,held it for a bit, and finally returned it to his foot. "Well I'll bedamned." You can't take any of it off?" Patrick asked with horror."Oh you can for a bit...but only when your. 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 busy.Coincidentally, when we deplaned, each of us went our separate ways. I stopped at a terminal restaurant, got my food, and found a small table. Just as I was about to start eating, who walked in? Yes, the. She was a stewardess for a long time and has always been hot. She has flowing wavy red hair and is now in her early forties, about 5'9", 135 lbs, with nice full D-cup tits, a trim stomach. and a firm ass to die for. She always wears skimpy bikinis when she's on vacation and likes to show off her firm breasts. One time I caught her when she was changing. She teased me about it, but was always cool.Aunt Carol is a bit older than mom. She is bigger than both the women, not quite a BBW, but full. Sit down." The pink jowled face was serious. Even the bald dome of his scalp seemed to reflect the light in sharply uncompromising gleams. "You're two weeks behind on that Fowler Fabrics promotion, and you're not doing any better on it than you did on the last two jobs I gave you. They were lousy! I don't know what's wrong with you, and I don't care. This work demands fresh thoughts, new ideas. You just don't seem to have what it takes any more. I'm putting the Fowler account in Murchison's.