He found work with Northwest Airlines, then Delta Airlines as a commuter pilot flying the twin-engine prop planes that shuttled passengers to and from...the bigger airports. Eventually a career change brought him to Seattle where he was a co-pilot on an Alaska Airlines 727 that flew from SeaTac to Anchorage International on a shared American Airlines route from Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport.It was after one of these flights in mid September that he met Rudy Smith in the Airport lounge.. "In the middle of nowhere and no-one for miles. We should fuck outside before Dad gets here." He looked at his mother, "I was talking to Chloe."Amber gave Tommy a stare and said there was much to do.Tommy looked at Amber, "Of course, Mother." He looked over at the picnic table. "What do you think, Mom? Bent over the picnic table, taking it from behind. If you were Chloe, where would you like to be taken?"Amber told Tommy to stop. "It's not fair," she told him.The phrase, "Not fair," gave Tommy. I nodded.'We'd need some new identities, and to use an ISP based in another country. We'd need to make ourselves untraceable, because the chances are the authorities would come after us.' 'So you're proposing you film fucking us, then a few years down the line, any daughters we have; or if we have sons, to film them, when they're old enough, fucking us, their sisters and their grandmother?' She glanced at Cathy, who looked appalled.'We don't have to follow the American example, ' I said. 'We. Normal sex for these men did nothing to get them hard, it had to be different enough to excite them and seeing my pink holes stuffed with old cocks was like injecting them them with some elixir of youth, drawing their energy from virgins, the younger the better. But it was she herself who opened my true love of what it was that excited me, the touch of a wet vagina on my face, to kiss the swollen labia and clitoris, to taste the sweetness of the estrogen laced vaginal discharge, running.