Who was I kidding. My feelings were hurt. Our first and so far only time together had been my first time being so rough with a woman. By my standards ...nyway. Slapping her ass, pulling her hair as I fucked her from behind. It was hardly my fault if it took me a while to acclimate to kink, to make up for twenty-three years of my sex always being “polite.”Polite. I’d show her polite. I was almost at the door of the hotel room. I paused. Could I hear her inside? Had she even figured out her mistake. After five or so minutes a waiter came by and took our drink orders together, thinking we were a couple, which we laughed at and then went back to our reading. Another few minutes went by and the woman beside me started to get up. “It’s hot today isn’t it?” It was more of a statement and as she said it she stretched exposing a great view of her breasts. Although in a swimsuit it was obvious that she had great tits and it was then that I started to pay her some real attention. She moved to the. " Are you sure they're real?" Of course they're real," Celeste curled an admonishing eyebrow. "You're wearing one, aren't you?" No. Are they real airline uniforms?" Vicky explained. "They're not ... like ... porno fantasy costumes or something."Celeste snorted laughter. "Oh, they're real, all right. I even met the lady who donated them. Seventy years if she was a day." Eeeeew! I didn't need that visual." Well she wasn't wearing one of them!" Celeste retorted, laughing. "In fact she looked very. I would moan I was getting close and she would moan for me to cum for her to give her my hot cum . We were at a point that she would decide where she wanted my cum , in her pussy or outside if it , her mouth which she would snow ball me the two of us swapping my load back and forth in our mouths. Her big tits or feel which I was always made to lick clean which I never complained as I loved the taste of cum . Then came the night that would change our sex life and me forever. we started.