" And you, Marsha, how have you been?" I've been fine. The year of hostessing paid very well, but now I'm home and ready to..." To what?" Get on with ...y life. Now that Chris has his future mapped out -- marriage and college, I'm going to find a job I really like and live the quiet life -- like you." Chris told me until you got that good paying job that things were a bit tight to say the least. Why didn't you... ?" I couldn't ask you. You'd done so much already." Oh, come on. I would have been. Or I could stay perfectly still and quiet and hope that I wasn’t discovered. A moment later my choices were taken away from me.“Found her!”He’d spotted me. Fuck. I ran. He chased after me. They both did. It’s not easy to run with your hand tied behind your back and all I did was put off the inevitable for a couple of minutes. Not even that.“Now what?” Short blond hair. Mustache. Collared shirt. He had hold of my right arm.“We get to fuck her.” Shoulder-length hair. Day's growth of beard.. He held out my panties, but I knew he had already looked at them as I haven't seen his cock stand so erect for years."I don't want them, they are for you," I told him. He looked at the cotton lining in the crotch, all covered in dry cum."Sniff them Eric."He did as I asked, and as he did his hand went to his cock. He began to wank as he sniffed in the dried cum."Lick them," I told him.His flicked out his tongue and slowly licked at the crotch."I fucked a black guy in work today Eric, and he came. He had just satisfied himself that all was well when an arm reached above him to switch off the assistance light."Good afternoon, Sir. How may I assist you?"Bob looked up from his work, sweeping a lock of dark hair away from his glasses and ... froze. The flight attendant was young, about his age, and achingly pretty. Not beautiful. Not a sex goddess, but very, very pretty. She was tall, of course, but it's hard to tell when you're sitting; and dressed in the stylish and elegant uniform of the.