The job suited me perfectly, fitting in with my family life, and one of the major perks was that in order to retain my ‘wings’ (the airline term f...r a trained member of cabin crew) I had to join and ‘quality check’ at least one flight on a quarterly basis.During our lengthy MSN chats, my online friend and I had learned so much about one another. He knew about my work, as I did his — but for no apparent reason when we had chatted, the discussions had always been around the training element of my. ‘Mister Stryker, I am putting up my First Edition Mickey Spillane novel as my side of the bet. What are you offering?’ ‘Mister Clark, I made several proposals to you over the last few weeks and you rejected them all. I assume you have something in mind, so I guess I will have to hear what it is and decide from there.’ I thought it was pretty neat the way we were addressing each other formally. It added a sort of ceremonial touch to the bet. ‘I am willing to wager my book against one evening. “That's when I just decided to just quit fightin' it. Quit tryin' to be a man, Decided I really was gay. That I really was... deep down inside… a woman.”I just sat there on the bed, staring at her face in the mirror. I wondered why Crystal was regaling me with her life story like this.“So then, when they finally gave me that medical discharge,” Crystal went on. “I decided to stay down here in San Diego instead of goin' back home to L.A.”“That where you're from?” I asked.“Yeah,” She said.. In reaching out to pick up a hairbrush I made sure to press my erection into Mom's back and I know she must have felt it but she gave no indication. With long slow strokes I began to groom Mom's pride and joy and she soon stopped what she was doing and just sat, with her eyes almost closed, revelling in and enjoying the attention. It felt real good to me as well, having her locks sliding sensually through my fingers and it soon turned to a pre-sexual caress.Mom had slumped slightly and as a.