Next time I go, I'll get one."I didn't understand my sister. I never would.My luggage appeared and we placed it on a rollaway and a porter carried it ...ut to our car in the parking lot. In those days, the Memphis airport was still a small-town facility whose outdoor parking lot was a stone's throw from the main entrance. We exited through the front doors and the Memphis weather struck me squarely in the face: it was blazing hot outside. Sticky. Stifling. The black porter threw the suitcases into. I was waiting for this moment. I put my hands on the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it up. He just raised his arms and let me remove it. Off came his t-shirt and the top half of our skins were simply caressing each other. My soft breasts were being crushed by his masculine chest. He just put me on the floor and came on top of me. He continued kissing me and exploring every inch of my body with his palms. I was simply moaning and piercing my nails in his back. I still remember, out of. But not yet. I slide my tongue back up over your belly to your tits. Swirling it around them. Flicking lightly at your hard nipples. I trail gentle kisses up over your upper chest to your neck. Your hips squirm as I kiss up your neck to your ear. Your breathing quickens as my tongue slides around your ear. You strain your hands against the restraints, wanting to push my head back down to your pussy. My warm breath against your ear makes you moan as I whisper, ‘You’d like me to fuck you right. Darla was about thirty, petite, black hair, well built, personable, and cute face. I checked her out and determined that if she got cleaned up and dressed to the "nines", Darla would be a real looker. In the middle of war torn Italy, she was a breath of fresh air. Darla spoke to me, "Tomorrow morning about nine, we will start to distribute everything. I should take about two hours and then we'll have to do some home deliveries." "Okay, fine with me," I said. "Would you like some of the supplies.