Alarms began to ring and then sirens. Men were suddenly running down the boarding hall with weapons out.I waited until they reached me, “who is in c...arge?”The men that reached me looked at each other and I snapped, “wake the fuck up! Who ... the ... fuck ... is ... in ... charge!”A man pushed through, “that would be me.”I looked him over, “would you be so kind as to explain why there are no flight stewards aboard or men on the shuttle?”He growled and took a step, “listen here son...”I growled,. It felt like I had cum more than I did when mom gave me the blowjob.When I did quit cumming and came down from the couds some, I colapsed down on top of mom keeping my waight on my elbows, then kissed mom with more passtion as mom kissed me back with passtion as well.As we finished kissing, I laid my head down on mom's shoulder next to her neck and lightly kissed her neck, as mom relaxed her legs and let them fall down on each side of me, and wrapped her arms around me more while we tryed to. None of them were what I would call close friends though, but we all mixed well and like students everywhere, the pub became our second home.One Friday night as I left the crowd still drinking, Amy, one of the girls, said she'd walk home with me and we linked arms for the short walk home.I asked her if she'd like to come in for a coffee or another few drinks but fully expected her to refuse."I'd love to," she said with obvious pleasure and dutifully popped into the wine shop below my flat to. Madam Claudette was very responsive and personable. Brenda couldn't help but like her. By the time they returned to the fitting room Brenda felt very comfortable with her. Madam Claudette laid out each of the items on a display table in sets, bra, garter belt and stockings. She described in great detail how a garter belt should be worn about her natural waist and not down low like hip-huggers. Brenda picked up a garter belt and held it up to her waist. It was black lace and very pretty..