She smiles at me and motions to sit next to her. It's quite sweet. I thank her and settle down in the aisle seat with her to my right, shoving my bag ...n the small footwell between my legs.We start to chat and she tells me that she's just finished living with a family as an au pair for a couple months and she's doing a little traveling before she returns home to Germany. The way she tells me about working as an au pair, looking after kids, it strikes me that this is probably what caught her. Then out of a crowd of people that was busy searching for where to go next a deep voice rang out. "MitchELL!" The sound making Mitchell's mother frown and squint, and Mitchell light up like a christmas tree. Releasing his mothers hand he zoomed through the people and tackled his father tight, his father being a tall and thickly muscled man. Real heavy, built like a football player and just about as smart. Mitchell's mother slowly made her way to them and nodded her head lightly. "Well.. Nice. There was a strong tang of sex remaining, a pungent mix of body odour and stale cum, after the passionate lovemaking between her and Andrew the previous evening. Her mouth felt dry and she could still taste him on her tongue, the fruit of a blowjob which, she remembered fondly, had given Andrew particular pleasure. She could feel a large damp patch on the sheets between her legs. Evidence of the satisfaction Andrew had given her some hours earlier. She glanced at the radio alarm clock on the. “I don’t see what holds that dress up!”“Play your cards right, dear, and you will” she murmured.There were some backwoods hillbillies living across the river from each other, who feuded constantly. John hated Clarence with a passion and never passed up a chance to throw rocks across the river at Clarence.This went on for years until one day the Corps of Engineers came to build a bridge across that river. John was elated; he told his wife that finally he was going to get the chance to cross over.