.." she repeated, regaining control of her hands, or remembering she had them, she wove them lazily around until they found an arm or should of mine t...ey could rest on. "Oh my god..." again, she stared up at the ceiling like it was a hundred miles away. She praised god two more times, twitched a bit with post orgasmic aftershocks, then promptly fell into REM sleep in my arms. I held her for a while making sure her breathing and pulse were solid, gently I laid her head on a pillow and went to. He worked with computers, and in her mind he was typical of the breed, with badly fitting plaid shirts and tweedy jackets. But he was always nice to her, always spoke, didn’t treat her like part of the furniture, and looked into her face while they talked. He was a good man. That time had come around again! The time of year that she dreaded most, the time of the annual office party. The time of year when she sat alone and miserable in a corner of the room, nursing a drink until enough time had. That’s just too much to fake.”And it’s too much to analyze, too. I’ve been on a commercial airline once, a trip to Disney World when Mom and Mister Steve were just married. He’d gotten a chunk of insurance money when they sold his mom’s house.Deena’s been on several. We both agree that THIS is better. I don’t think Bill disagrees. We’ve talked. I think an airplane is in our future.I find that very satisfying. Even more satisfying is that Bill got me the introduction to this rather neat little. "I want you to be simply Nancy. You don't need to pretend anything here since everybody is on the same boat. You can behave girlish, sissy, sexy, slutty or whatever as long as you stay next to me," he said while we danced.After a couple of songs we got a table and Mike offered me a drink. While talking about us and having a cigarette we started touching and caressing each other under the tablecloth. Three drinks later Mike was so horny I decided to make my move. I went completely under the.