I'm so happy you are here. I am learning to likeyou more and more as our evening is progressing."He took my hand and led me to the couch. We sat and...toasted ourrelationship. As I held my glass to his, I noticed how nicely mybraceleted bare arm with the red nails at my fingertips contrasted withhis manly hand. I felt a rush of femininity.We sipped our wine and he reached for me. Setting our glasses down Garywordlessly took me into his arms and started a gentle but probing kiss. I responded. I couldn’t help but notice a very pretty older woman , well dressed fantastic figure , alone crying , so me being me , wandered over to see if she was ok, needed any help, she looked and sounded upon approaching her , as if she was in distress and either vert drunk or taken something , so I stayed and chatted a while trying to get sense out of her, where she needed to go to get home , and said I would get in the taxi with her to make sure she was safe, as she looked vulnerable, and not fully. I had a feeling that someone was out there, maybe just beyond where I had last searched, and I was raring to go look.My first flight was with Samantha Whitfield. I had appointed her training officer to help Kari without her ever flying with me. I knew that Sam, as I soon found she wanted to be called, was a little in awe of me. I don't think I have ever had as many 'yes sirs' and 'no sirs' thrown at me as she did preparing for our flight. It was funny because I didn't remember her being that. .your honesty.” she said, smiling, then added “and your reaction to me.” looking directly, with unbridled lust at my massive boner. “I like you too, everything about you,” I replied, looking at her exposed crotch. “Come, let me show you my garden,” she said, getting up quickly and taking hold of my hand, pulled me up.I followed her, marveling at the bouncing ass and the promise it held. There was a stain on the seat of the skirt, suggesting that her pussy was wet. She led me to a bedroom,.