At the far end of the room was a fireplace, the hearth brimming with what looked like a pyre made from dry wood and plant matter, flickering flames li...king at the dusty stonework.“It’s time!” Isabelle whispered, practically bouncing on the spot. Iden crept closer, shielding himself from the heat, glancing into the fire to see the clutch of nine eggs. They were more elongated than he had initially assumed, not really the same shape as a chicken egg, their shells leathery and flexible rather than. The heroine of this story is an air hostess I met during my recent trips in the month of February. Her name is Lydia (name changed) and her body figure is 36-28-36. She is very beautiful and hot.It was about 2 am when the boarding started from Pune to Kochi. So I saw this very beautiful air hostess Lydia who was welcoming everyone into the flight. I made eye contact with her while I was boarding the plane. I was so lucky because she was standing near me and was giving all the necessary. ..so was my cock. I entered the closet and waited...my heart was pounding fast as my excitement grew. I wanted that kiss back! So the door opened and they brought the person in...I was nervous. We kiss instantly(it was a woman's kiss)and we didn't stop. We deep kiss and tongue kissed like it was the last day on Earth. I fell into her...her hands found my now throbbing cock and began playing with it. I was amazed how her hands found my pants button and zipper but said nothing of it...not to. Not the weirdest night of my life, but it was close. Julie was definitely not being herself. Something was troubling her. I wanted to know what it was. And damn me if I was going to leave before I found out what it was. I turned off the living room lights, and walked into Julie’s bedroom. A little light bled in from the kitchen, and I could make out her bed, just a mattress on the floor. No other furniture. Scattered books and bags were pushed against the walls, and clothes spilled out of.