No one flew tired, tired meant mistakes. Other than having two female crew member who could speak Farsi, the crew would be picked from 20 people who w...rked with mike. If a crew had flown on the last pick-up they did not fly on this one. They were paid a salary then extra every time they flew, more if it was a bodyguard situation as this was. If the flight was leaving from San Francisco the institute would have taken care of all the arrangements, but the crew that flew out of Colorado was his. He bounded up the stairs with the box of chocolates and birthday card in his hand that he had bought her for her 50th birthday.She mustn’t have heard him as she crooned away beneath the shower head, the water drumming against the base in accompaniment to her. David stood by the bathroom door and imagined his mother soaping her body as the water cascaded down her shapely figure, the water washing away the foamy lather as she cupped each breast in her hands, caressing them with her foam covered. Bianca sat bolt upright as if electrocuted, her eyes wide in fright, blonde hair messed, hay stalks sticking out. When she saw me fear faded from her large, deep blue eyes. I smiled and shrugged in apology and promptly sneezed again.She laughed at me, her eyes twinkling with amusement. It transformed her face. Without the shadow of fear, Bianca was a very pretty girl indeed, even with her messy hair and the smudge of dirt on her cheek. It added character."Salute," she said with an amused smile,. My drooping, flaccid cock nestled naturally into the delightful valley between her firm cheeks, and my hands went on auto-pilot as they slid up her tummy and ribs to cup her perfect breasts. As I played with her, my fingers teasing her rapidly hardening nipples, her hips came to life in a subtle, sensual motion which slid her tight little ass up and down against my dangling – but rapidly stiffening – shaft.We went on that way for another minute or two, just enjoying each other, enjoying.