As we were getting ready to leave the doorbell rings it was the plumber mom totally forgot he was coming. So i offered to stay and make sure everythi...g went smoothly,now he wasnt the best looking guy. He was around 40, has a big stomach, mexican, not really my type but for some odd reason i was very attracted to this man.I shook his hand and introduced myself Hi Im Vaneesa! He had a very thick accent Hola I am Rick but everyone calls me Riko We maked small talk about the weather and how hot. One hand gripped her shoulder while the other skillfully manipulated her clit. Her interior muscles held his cock in a vise. His slow strokes caused traitorous quakes to run through her. He pulled out and turned her around. Her arms came around his neck as she pressed her lithe form to his. Her flawless creamy breasts were a severe contrast to his tanned and marked flesh. She wrapped one long leg around his waist. He lifted her with his hands under her ass. She locked her ankles as he sank to. Every time your body touches mine I feel electricity all over my skin.You offer to get me a drink and I agree with a nod. At the bar, you place an order and we're huddled together to hear what the other is saying. The music blasting through the room again."You live around here?" you ask, your eyes moving between my mouth and my eyes."Yeah not far, you?" I reply trying to keep things friendly."I wish," you respond, "now that I know you're local." You wink at me as our drinks arrive and we take. They were constantly feeding us - meals, snacks, desserts, and just about anything else you could imagine. No booze, though, since it was an official military flight, and we were in uniform. That was a total no-no, and we had to sign a DA-31 leave form swearing that we wouldn’t drink in uniform.Once home they didn’t care if you drank the county dry, as long as you did it in civvies.The flight home took the better part of two days. Eventually I landed at Hartsfield in Atlanta. From the time I.