At Buffalo.Busy girl.Buffalo had a pair of interesting aircraft. AT11 Bomber gunner trainers ... missing the dorsal turrets ... but still had that ugl... glass nose. A variant of the Beechcraft 18, they looked ... abandoned. And, more or less ... that’s what they were. Sitting long enough to have nesting Doves in the cowlings and flat and checked tires, I felt sorry for them.Every day I taxied the J-3 Cub past them and generally edged towards them. Forlorn ... they were. A part of American. The next day at work was especially excruciating. Claudia’s had retained the information that I told her the other night and had obviously passed it on to my other female co-workers. I had to endure scurrying female coworkers every time I walked up the aisle or went to the water cooler. I was pretty pissed at Claudia. I was about to eat lunch in my cubicle when she had the nerve to come up to me smiling. ‘Don’t look so pissed. The girl’s really feel sorry for you. That’s all … Tell you what .. With closed eyes her breathing began to increase as she began to lick those luscious ruby red lips of hers. I dropped the dildo that I was keeping concealed behind my back onto the bed and moved my free hand to rest between her still moist pecan-tanned thighs. As I gently spread her thighs open with the working of my fingers I slowly slid them to the opening of her vagina and then inserted one finger between the folds of her pussy lips and began to slowly massage her clit. Still running my. I fingered her, made her cum. She did the same to me. I’d never had sex with a woman before. It was new and exciting. We spent the afternoon in bed savouring each other. We still do when we get the chance.” We were laying side by side and Sam was stroking my cock. She knew what she was doing and that her explicit talk was turning me on.“How do you feel knowing that I’m also fucking another woman?” Sam asked.“Do you find it threatening? Are you jealous?” She inquired.“Not at all,” I replied, “I.