I remembered the last little fling I had, about two years ago. I was in San Diego at the time... San Diego is a beach city in California on the border...with Mexico. As with a lot of California, there are deeply misguided people who think it is a fine place to live. It is hard, however, to consider anyplace that almost never has snow to be a pleasant place to live. At least that is my philosophy on the subject.What makes places like San Diego particularly bad is that people consider the weather. Of course I had no problem with the three of them together I just sat across from them and watched, of course I had a tent pole in my shorts that Anne took care of later after the guys had finished, this was also the first time I'd had chance to see both guys cocks (the two guys changed position) Tim and Tony would be within half an inch of each other at eight inches near as dammit and both thick no wonder Anne was happy with them. We had a barbecue again that night again Anne spent the night. I thought Bill would elect to take the controls, but even before we boarded, he subtly indicated that he would continue to fly the copilot’s position as usual since I’m training, despite the Wainwrights being on board.A half mile from the runway, the plane shuddered as a particularly strong gust pushed the nose out of line, but she skillfully brought it back a heartbeat later. Unseen by her, a half grin touched Bill’s lips for a second.Heavy snow suddenly hit the windshield with a vengeance. He felt her nod her head and then lift her head up to look up at him. He was sure that even in the pitch black darkness that he would be able to spot those amazing azure eyes of hers.“What we did...It was wrong. But gods it felt so damn right. I don’t have the happiest of marriages. My husband hasn’t touched me in years, no matter what I do. He just goes to work and comes home to get piss drunk and passes out. I’m sure he hasn’t even noticed I haven’t been back home yet as he’s passed out.