C. hotel I'd booked. The plane landed at Dulles International, maybe about twenty-five miles outside the city. I'd had a choice of going to Reagan Nat...onal, but Susan had told me it was pretty close to the Capitol."Bobby has visiting firemen in from the home district, and other people, and he sometimes meets them at the airport," she said. "Well, he doesn't, but he has them met, and a lot of the time it's Walter who meets them. Yeah, it's a long shot, but why take the chance?"So I'd booked for. Claymore, the elder, was quite the ladies man and, in his declining years, had become somewhat obsessed with sex. Because of that obsession, he had accumulated a rather substantial collection of erotic art and paraphernalia the pride of which was his massive collection of rare antique stag films and clips.Unfortunately, being somewhat conservative in both moral and religious views, neither his son nor daughter shared his affinity for erotic material. They also did not share their father's. We carried on with this teasing and toying for a good while, watching the cabin crew. Without saying anything, we both knew we were waiting for the same quiet moment that comes after food has been served, the rest room rush has died away, and the lights have been dimmed.When the moment was right, she stood up without warning, pulled the curtain to one side and disappeared.I tucked my cock away and was about to follow her when one a flight attendant came slowly down the aisle, checking that. Once I had finished the drink, Julian took me in his arms. It was a suddenmovement that caught me by surprise and I found myself surrendering tohim. He was taller and broader than me and he obviously worked out. Icould smell his aftershave as he leant close and kissed me lightly on thelips.Immediately my cock got rock hard and I shuddered as waves of sensationwashed over me. He saw the effect he was having and kissed me harder.This time there was no resistance, I opened my mouth and kissed.