She was on the plane's manifest as Jennifer Evachevski, and she only had to use the "Oh, Wow! Do you REALLY think I look like Jenny Easton?" gag once,...in a shrill Brooklyn accent so obnoxious that she wasn't bothered. Somewhere over Utah, or maybe it was Colorado, she fell asleep, and didn't wake up until the jet began its letdown for Chicago.From there on, it wasn't a problem at all; no one even asked, and apparently no one even thought that she might really be what she looked like. After all,. "Oh Jason! Long time no see, how have you been?" I stood there admiring her gorgeous legs, long and tanned and looked up startled, "Oh good thanks, yourself?" "I'm just fine, come on in." I stepped in and smelt her perfume as I brushed past her. "Andrew is just in the shower getting ready, make yourself at home," and with that she turned around and headed off towards her bedroom. I sat on the couch and watched the TV which had been playing a documentary on Ice Road Truckers, one of Andrews. This time it was more for their mutual pleasure, rather than for Frank's, so she concentrated on giving her boyfriend pleasure, wrapping her arms and legs around him and holding him close to her.Helen exclaimed in delight as Tony brought her to orgasm. He continued pounding away inside her, extremely turned on not only by the incredible pleasure of being inside his darling Helen, but also knowing that he was giving pleasure to the man he had to thank for Helen being such a loving, sexy. So I headed back out to the shop to see if I could fix the computer real quick. That was my excuse, though I knew darn well I could of stayed in my office and figured out the times. I was trying to figure out how Mike always seemed to know I was in the break-room since there weren’t any windows on that side of the shop, which faced the office building. I figured he must either be a slacker and just stop in the break-room all the time, which didn’t seem like the answer, or the guys who were.