He then got the carry-onbag and laptop from the overhead compartment. With everything in hand(or over his shoulder), he made his way out of the plane,...up the loadingramp and into the airport concourse. As he walked into the concourse, hethought to himself, what do I do now? Where should I go?" The only ideawas for him to make his way to the baggage claim area and then find away to get to the hotel he was to spend the night in.He was so glad signs all over indicated the way. All he had to do. (Similar to Bozeman, MT to St. Paul, MN to Chicago, IL to Atlanta, GA to arrive 14 hours late in Knoxville, TN.)So we sat ... in the concourse restaurant marveling at the price of poorly cooked and served food. The chicken was inedible, the broccoli waterlogged, the mashed potatoes were instant and the salad was obviously cut with a knife ... brown edges. The waiter was surly and actually demanded a tip.Nineteen aud EACH... 57 dollars and we couldn’t eat it. Complaints fell on deaf ears. They. His cock wasn't soft, but it wasn't fully hard. He walked to us and we surrounded him with our bodies. Nollie told him to close his eyes, then she started touching him. His shoulders and neck, his ears, and other non-sexual parts. I knelt and massaged the inside of his knees, then backed up to him and let him feel my butt against him. I reached back and squeezed his ass in both hands, then rolled my shoulder away from him and touched Nollie.She took over where I'd left off and he was in. I plodded to my car and dropped into the driver’s seat. I let my head slump, my brow resting on my arms which were draped along the top of the steering wheel. Christ, I thought, this car park is where we met up again. And now she’s gone. Back in the day, that old dingy bar had been the venue for our beginning and end. Deja bloody vu. And then I started to sob and heave, uncontrollable tears cascaded down my cold cheeks. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Somehow, I managed to compose myself and, that evening over.