“Yes,” I replied with a smile, “thank you, I’m relieved, I managed to find the right queue.”He just grunted and, when the check-in person ca...led him forward took his place at the counter.“Good morning Mr Barker,” the girl behind the counter greeted as she looked at my booking confirmation a few minutes later, “how are you this morning?”“Very well thank you,” I replied, as she looked at me for the first time.“Oh,” she exclaimed, “you’re that David J Barker. I saw you on TV last night. You were. You got between my legs, lowered yourself down, holding yourself up with your arms. My legs were flat on the bed. I grabbed my cock and slowly guided it towards her pussy. “Just fucking put it in.” I yelled. I couldn't wait any longer to have you inside me. So you finally just rammed your cock into my pussy. “Deeper,harder. Fuck me, Steven! Harder Faster!” I said. You thrusted your hips, faster and faster. I lied there, taking it, enjoying every inch. I was so close to cumming, it. Exhausted and boozed, I fell asleep again.The phone screamed in my ear again, my head right next to it. The clock said 4:45."Hello?" (sobbing and crying) We just landed in Manchester. I'm so sorry for everything Matt. I've fucked everything, but Shavone is safe."(now personally I couldn't give a shit if Shavone had exploded at this point, I only cared about her. Selfish? Yes, maybe, but all the questions in my head concerned Kettie even though I would be sympathetic to her concern for the. A woman of about seventy was tottering in on a cane, blocking the exit and leaving me standing there for everyone to see. I muttered an apology, but she just looked up at me and smiled and said, "You're so sweet." Thank God for old ladies.Sitting alone in my apartment I thought about the day's events. I don't know what the hell came over me. What I did didn't seem rational. Why was I so afraid of that punk? Is this an effect of a mid-life crisis? Oh I forgot, the counselor had termed it a.