“Oh yes, a lovely day indeed ... I don’t think it can get any lovelier”. Beryl nodded her head and mounted the cab, watching the woman pass with...a fixed smirk. The thought of that male would remain vivid in her mind, and the warmth of her slot would be reminded of it further, by the vigour of her fingers on returning home.Crawford felt a sense of total defeat as the cab moved away, his eyes looking up from his kneeling position upon its floor, to catch a last view of the window to his abode,. For a few seconds, she lay still on top of me, her breath coming in gasps.“Bastard,” she said again, “It was supposed to be me rocking YOUR world”“Believe me”, I replied “You are” She looked up at me and smiled. Not yet I’m not.I don’t know how to describe the rest of the night. We made love, we fucked, we had sex. It became somewhat of a blur after a while. But it was the single greatest night of my life.When we were eventually sated, I was lying on my back, panting, with her lying across me,. "Down," I say. She slowly slides down my body and kneels on the floor as I push my skirt up. I pull my panties to the side and press her head against my pussy. She hesitates, but then starts licking across my labia. I sit down on the toilet seat and spread my legs further, while the tip of her tongue circles my clit.Finally I can't stand it anymore. I look down at her, with her red coloured hair between my legs, the nice airline uniform still neat while she's licking my cunt, and then I squirt. You do, don't you Giles?"I nodded. Lynn brushed her lips on my cheek."Thank you, Giles. I do need reassurance this weekend." Why now?" I asked."Greg is getting married again tomorrow."Greg was her ex-husband. He chases young women, women barely old enough to be legal prey. That is why they had divorced."How old is the bride?" I asked."It will be her eighteenth birthday tomorrow," Lynn spat out.Ouch. That must have hurt Lynn. I opened my arms to her. She dropped to her knees and snuggled against.