We'd go out to bars together, usually with a group of work friends, and we both loved it when we worked closing shifts together, as we kept each other...amused during the boring late night hours. We really were nothing more than friends, although we had made out once before, and we both knew that we were into each other. She had also told me once (after a great night barhopping, and many drinks) that she had always fantasized about having sex at work.Normally, the host is out the door by. She gets hit on a lot. I am the only guy she has ever been with. But after twenty seven years the sex is just not what it used to be. We decided to help spice things up we should take a couple of weeks off from work and rent a Harley and go ride around and see the country. We bought the complete biker get up, chaps, vest, the full meal deal. The morning we were to leave we packed the bike and got dressed. My wife came out and my mouth hit the floor. She had on this tiny very short skirt, her. "Calm down, buddy. We'll make him fit in." his co-pilot said with a naughty grin and a lick of his lips.Two giggles sounded from the steward(esse)s' room in the airplane. "My god, I have no idea how many guys we have on this flight thought about having sex with us!" Laura said laughing as she nipped lips with Erica. "Yeah baby, I think almost every guy on this flight. But you're mine and I will make you know you belong to me." Erica told her lover in a strict voice. Their eyes met and Laura. With tight beam transmission we passed on our information to the Home Guard. The Battalion of fighters we had waiting were launched. They were teamed so that a Lance was assigned to each Dropship. That wasn't much but coming in from below they were not facing the amount of weaponry that they would've faced from a head on attack. Large and medium lasers were bad enough without throwing in peep cannons and Long Ranged Missiles. The fighters had waited until just prior to the Unions entering the.