”“The airport.”“Yes, ma’am. When does your flight ... I see.”“Abby ... wanna go to the airport to pick up Myndee?”She squealed and hea...ed for the Shelby.We jumped on to the A32 and off again at the PJ Moodie Memorial ... PJ Moodie (OBE) Alderman 1922-1962 ... and straight to Bathurst Regional. Myndee was waiting at the terminal.I stepped out and gathered her luggage, stuffed it in the boot, stuffed Abby in the backseat, seated Myndee and shut her door. I swung around to the drivers door seated. As my eyes flutter closed, they fly right open again as I feel your hot moist mouth closing over my left nipple and I watch in fascination as you suckle from me as if it were your lifeline. Your tongue teases and caresses my nipple, then as your teeth close over it, your hands slide down to my waist and pull me forward so that I am straddling your lap. Unable to stop myself, my hips gyrate against you, and I bury my face in your hair as my hands grip your shoulders. Soon, I feel your hips. The bright pink suit was strictly designed to make everyone pay attention to him, and laugh, since the normal puppy suits were either Dalmatian or black lab patterns. After the bath, Brent felt his arms and legs folded up to his shoulders and hips, his elbows and knees nestled into firm but supportive pads, and a click as the suits internal locks clicked together, permanently encasing him. He felt a technician grab his cock, and slip a ring around the shaft, and then he felt a rubber and. It was all just fantasies, that's all it was.But if Mary was telling the truth, the truth I'd never known for all those years, Elaine hadn't realized it was all just a middle-aged man's fantasy. She had thought it was real. That's why she had never called me again after that phone call to her telling her I couldn't go forward. That was why she hadn't been in her office the next time I'd walked by and she'd accepted a transfer to a branch in Atlanta, but I'd never looked too closely into her.