"Gee--no," Jerry said. "It looked swell."Tina thought that a woman with a deep voice was sexy. It gave her an idea--a logical, lovely idea.The blonde ...as good looking.Tina grinned and said, "If you promise not to tell, I'll suck you off, Blondie." Oh! So will I!" Linda cried."Yeah!" Jerry exclaimed with enthusiasm."Stay where you are, honey--we'll be right with you, tongues first," Tina promised.Both girls jumped up eagerly and dashed out of the booth, turning into the one next to it.Then Jerry. The one I had purchased from Walmart at the same time I bought the light weight mountain bike. The five mile ride back to the grassed air strip was a piece of cake. I had found the airstrip listed on the Internet. I had also arrange for fuel and a tie down spot at the small grass airfield over the internet.I had to open the wings in the dark but I managed to get it done. I sat in the plane until the sun came up. When it did, I pushed the plane so that it faced into the wind. The canary yellow. From there it was the dark, almost black hair, with just a streak of blond in the front. I have always had a penchant for redheads, but there was something about her, almost exotic, not to mention erotic about it. I began fantasizing as to whether the rug matched the curtains so to speak, and whether or not she was bushy, close-cropped, or totally shaven. And that was just her face/head that had me so attracted to her. It only got worse from there. Soon our talks became more frequent, and. Soon enough, I met a young fellow who seemed eager enough, and after a few dates, we ended up at his flat, he in his regulation scruffy clothes, and me in my usual wear - a white blouse tied loosely under my un-bra'ed breasts, a dark brown mini skirt I'd bought in the Junior Miss department at Harrods that was about 6 inches long, nylon stockings held up by a six-strap suspender belt, and four inch heels. Just my typical outfit.You see, I'd decided early on as a young girl that I would take.