" With nothing else to do, I got out andbegan walking home. It was very close to dawn and I prayed I might makeit before morning light.It remained dar... for me, it was still early. I realized I couldn't go onwith the heels on, so I took them off and carried them. The walk ofshame. My dress was rumpled and covered with cum, as was the rest of me.My stockings were torn. There was cum dried in my hair and on my face. Acouple cars passed, and an oncoming one bathed me in bright lights forwhat seemed. It was beautiful, it allowed me to see her.In two steps I was holding her lovely face in my hands, looking into those mesmerizing lavender eyes. The more I gazed into them the more I realized how captivating they are. The intensity with which she looked at me reminded me of the eyes of 'Lady Hawke' by Warblade on an Internet site called renderocity.com. Both beautiful, but each in their own way. Different, but the same. Pulling myself from here gaze I caressed her face with my hands, then. But like most men in their late 40’s I never can getenough sex from her. I started to collect sexy text onthe internet to compensate for this. I would stay upuntil the wee hours of the night reading and rubbing.And it made some difference in the frustration level.Well, by being exposed to all the different types ofsexual fantasies that you can get from the internet, Iguess I became desensitized to the variations of sexavailable to the human being. So anyway, I read this. . Eric will show you."She nodded excitedly, this was something she had only dreamed of, or read in my stories, mile high sex! I asked what her name was, and she told me 'Emily'... her friend was named 'Jerri'. Impulsively she leaned over and kissed me on my mouth fleetingly, her tongue licking at mine... she tasted of cinnamon.Chapter 2I went towards the galley, and met Cathy there, who immediately flung her arms around my neck, and kissed me wetly all over my face! I guess she was glad to see.