‘Hey Miss Kanchana’ he said in a weak voice. Clearly yielding twice had taken a hefty toll. ‘Mr. Subhash, you kept me waiting. Listen I have a p...oposition for you. I’ve prepared some dinner which consists of stew and potato curry. Would you share some with me? Perhaps we can get to know each other as well’ She asked. ‘Only if you allow me to make you some masala lemon tea afterwards’ He replied with a faint smileSubhash and Kanchana went through dinner and tea as agreed upon. He helped her with. On the night in question she approached me and asked to share with me. I readily accepted, but chose to broach the subject of her sexuality later in the room, especially when we entered and were confronted by a double bed.Joanne laughed off my concerns, swearing nothing could be further from the truth, she definitely was neither lesbian or Bi.We drank to that, cracking open our wine duty-free, and before long we chatted as old friends, reciting some ribald times with passengers, in similar. .but something about this woman put him at ease. "Would you like somemilk and cookies?" she said. "Please sit down!'Chris did as he was told."Tell me about yourself," Mrs. Canfield said. "You sure are a pretty girl."Chris blushed a bit; the redness in his cheeks enhanced his feminineappearance all the more. "I'm not a girl...I'm a boy....although I wish I wasa girl....." Before he knew it, the whole story of Chris' life had cometumbling out."Don't worry, dear," Mrs. Canfield said. "I know all. I never go more than a couple of days without a cock in me and the week was too long. I wanted to be back home soon so I could go out and have fun with all the hot guys and specially the married guys (love fucking married guys). Flight was late in the evening from Chicago and due to mechanical issues it was delayed well past midnight now. Being horny I went to the bathroom and played with myself till I came. I came out feeling a little better. Took my seat at the gate and the seat happened to.