"Now, I have to go. I have other guests to see to." Wait... do you mean to tell me that some of the women out there are... er, were men?" Butch asked....Actually, about 7% of them are. Now I must go." With that, she turned and left. Butch leaned against the table, stunned. There was no way he was going out into the park. Hell, there was no reason to now. He went back to the locker where he had left his clothes.When he opened the locker, the items in there had changed. Gone were his designer jeans. I decided to go down to the shower house and take a shower to rinse all the chlorine off of me.I grabbed all my stuff and walked through the campground to the shower house. The women's bathroom was always intoxicating when you walked in and smelled the shampoo, body wash, and perfumes mixing together in one aroma. It could knock a man off his feet. I slipped into the first available shower stall and slid the curtain closed. There wasn't much privacy for showers here.There was a meter that made. Her arms go around his neck again. She wraps her legs around him and locks her ankles. Her pussy was hover over the head of his cock. ‘Please’, she whispers as she licks his neck. He loves to hear a woman beg for his cock. He grips her ass as the head of his cock enters her. Her pussy was still tight. He was so big and strong inside her. He starts making facial expressions. It let her know he’s enjoying it. The way his eyes roll to the back of his head. The creases in his forehead when his cock. This was back when ITT was one of the largest conglomerates and had a fleet of jets. Their pride and joy was a 727 rigged up as a corporate jet. Leaving aside the super-plush seats and ample legroom, it had meeting rooms and a bedroom. On entering the plane, we were greeted by a steward who told us that as soon as we got to altitude he would take our drink orders and ask how we wanted our steaks cooked. It was a bunch of us flying back from Seattle to New York on a red-eye, and they got into a.