We were soon on the way to the Airpark where the 737 was waiting. The two man crew had already gone to the Airpark and had the aircraft ready. I could...hear the APU running which meant the air conditioning was already keeping the aircraft cool. Standing with the two pilots were two young ladies in hostess uniforms. Grenaline, and the darling Nikki, were standing with the two pilots. I let a couple of ground crew run the child seats up into the aircraft while I checked out our two hostesses. I. She carried the Peters Drive in the cabin with her, never letting it out of her sight if she could avoid it.Ali helped her with the bags and they went out to the curb where a long gray limousine was waiting. Ali said, "Fred, this is Mrs. Stewart. She's a friend of Mrs. Clifford's." They got in the car and it smoothly pulled out into traffic. When they got clear of the airport, Ali asked, "Mrs. Stewart, do you drink?" Ali, the name is Jan, for God's sake! You aren't that much younger than I am,. All of a sudden, she backed away again, her fingers slipping down my lips, toying around the base of my opening and pushing a bit into my ass. I whispered a quiet protest, as Cecilia wiggled them back and forth over my pussy, climbing once again back towards my clit. It was unbelievable. I wanted her so badly. My mouth searched for hers and found it, her hot breath filling my throat as she began to masturbate me once more. Her tongue danced between my lips as I openly moaned at her quickening. This led to an all night conversation. She didn’t ask him for his picture and she didn’t have one on her profile. She had her age listed as twenty-five. Kind of young for him, he thought at first, but it was a conversation with a girl that lasted more then twenty minutes. Inevitably, the subject of pictures came up. He got hers first. She wasn’t ugly, or fat. She was gorgeous. She was tall, and slender, with an angelic face, and an outrageous body. Panic immediately set in. She was so far.