I just sat back and watched, still fully clothed, lighting up another cigarette as I dangled my bottle of beer by the neck off the side of the patio c...air. Carrie was entertaining but only in the way some chick pulling off a cheesecake act in a video would. She motioned me to come over to play with her nipples as she tried to get off with Gracie’s face buried in her pussy. She had a nice set of tits that were surgically enhanced with nipples that were rock hard. I went through the motions of. "But you made a very cute girl even then." She paused. "It's ashame that your father didn't see it the same way," she hugged me as Iwinced at the memory. "But that is in the past." She smiled as shepulled away. "But I think I can understand why you continued," shelooked a little concerned as she called up a picture. "But in thesepictures I looked for a trace of my son and saw none. Care to explain?" Ok Mum I'll do my best to explain," I smiled. "Eos and I decided thatif I was going to dress. " If it were me you'd get the job just by turning up dressed like that," I chuckled."You're a little biased, but thank you, John," she replied."He's right, you look good, sis," Vonnie added."Aw thanks," Jan said and gave her a hug.Breakfast and the clear up was completed and Vonnie nipped up to have a shower and prepare herself to visit Veronica as Jan and I chatted about a myriad of things mostly not to do with the interview.Finally though we bade Jan goodbye and drove off to the other side of. These were the days when political correctness and women's lib were yet to rear their heads.Michele Bouvier had always wanted to be an airline hostess; the job was glamorous and exciting. After a few years the excitement wore off but the glamour remained. She was proud of her job and she took it seriously; she had never transgressed BOAC's code of conduct. But now they were tossing her aside so she decided that this last trip she was going to enjoy herself.As the senior stewardess on the flight.