And André didn’t like flying people as much as cargo, because passengers griped about his flying style, which was, well, in a word: rough. Commerci...l pilots (and their autopilots) are trained to fly with a soft hand, to make gentle corrections — so as not to scare the everlovin’ do-do out of little old ladies knitting back in coach. To put things in perspective, André did not care about these little old ladies. André liked to fly. He lived to fly. If he ever had an opportunity to do barrel. As a matter of fact he could still see the numerous chairs and stools near each table. Everything seemed to be ready and waiting for the arrival of the occupants of the place. The floor was very clean and no dust could be detected anywhere. Even on the hundreds of tables everything seemed to be in order. It was as though whoever was in charge of the place could not tolerate untidiness or unclean equipment.For the next ten minutes they kept on walking straight ahead until they came to the far. “ ... you’re a bit old for me, but I think your salt-and-pepper hair makes you look distinguished. You are somewhat of an S.O.B, Martin; but I believe that’s a facade on your part the same way the school marm act is on mine. Besides -- I figure that Christmas party business kind of broke the ice between us.”“Broke it? Smashed it into smithereens.”“You’ve seen me at my worst. If you turn me down I won’t be any more humiliated than I was hearing about my behavior that night. There’s also. I could tell, and yet we both enjoyed the exhilaration of it; and I knew that when I did finally come, it would intensely pleasurable and rewarding, and so I just gave myself up to whatever Dean had in mind!"Oh---FUCK!" I said, when he suddenly let my cock slip out of his mouth (once again)."What's the matter, buddy?" I heard his voice from the other side of the tarp saying, and with an obvious note of humor to it! He was enjoying teasing the hell out of me."I'm SO CLOSE to coming!" I.