’ ‘Tell me what it is,’ Marilyn said. He explained about the story Ann had told him, and about how it looked like Martin Lewis had done to set L...nnie up for stealing. ‘You think this Lewis guy could have run the kid off the road, is that it?’ Marilyn asked. Martin nodded. ‘Maybe,’ he said, ‘but how the hell can we prove it? I mean, Lonnie’s mother said he told her he was going out for a drive, but she didn’t know where he was going. How would Lewis have known where he was?’ ‘Maybe Lewis was out. She instantly started to give me a great passionate BJ. She was so good that I was getting close and I had to pull away from that delightful mouth. “I have other plans” I told her. She smiled and stood up. I moved her over to the gloryhole and quietly asked the stranger if he wanted to finger Cindy. Not a second past before our strangers hand came through the wall. Cindy turned and bent over facing me as the stranger now fingered her hole. I caressed her breasts as the stranger. ........yes, that night, dear...........is any of that left?.............but before you go............ "Rachel what do you prefer, men or women?" "Silkie, you are messing with me..........I like............ummmmm...what shall I say?.............I like to have my face between a woman's thighs while I feel a man do me from behind..........oh..I like that a lot.....Julian, I packed Sylvia's ass with butter......I'll bet she would like to feel something else up there ....Oh, go get the wine and the. It relieved tension. That was the excuse the airline Captains used as a proposition to get into a cute stew's pants. Of course if she weren't wearing any . . . they invented the mile high club for gals just like her. Sometimes things got tense early, and things had to be checked in the hole, the cargo hole; it took an officer and a stew both, to handle that ass-signment.It's not as if Sheila hadn't ever been naughty, or nasty even, in her life; but just now she was, if not rejuvenated,.