As fighters, as lovers and as men. And that knowledge turns me on more than I would have ever imagined.I'm thinking about our little fantasy of eroti... pleasure in the airport bathroom. You don’t know this yet, but we’re going to make it happen. Do you remember my friend Julie, the flight attendant? She has told me how she can list me standby for a flight and I can get through security. When they call my name to get a ticket I will just ignore them. As long as I don’t get the ticket, Julie. On this midweek summers morning she had been joined by some of her friends and neighbours: Sofie, Emma, Kate, Alexis, Amanda and Nicole for the very purpose of getting first look at the, soon to be, new occupants of number 9 which was the house standing tight at the end of the development and the only view of the driveway was from Stella’s front terrace. As the discussion turned to the six of them wondering what the new residents would be like Stella informed the group that she had heard from. Darren stroked long and slow until Marge squeezed him with her legs and shrieked as she shook in orgasm. He rolled them on their sides, still fully embedded.After a while Marge opened her eyes, kissed the young man in front of and inside of her, and said, “Where in the hell did you learn to fuck like that? I’ve NEVER had it so good!”Darren beamed, “You can learn a lot on the internet. And older women like Barbara are the best teachers.”Marge asked, “When can we do that again?”Darren answered by. Her cries echoed through the room, unanswered. She cried out louder, slim legs now shifting to one side, then the other in a futile attempt at relief or freedom. The cord around her wrists tightened and held. Helpless and alone under the intense light, she felt as though she might suffocate in it's heat, a heat that suddenly seemed to melt her womb, sending it flowing between her legs like a river of molten lead.Suddenly, he was there, kneeling on the bed, naked, between her restless thighs. He.