I stayed the night over her house and I had a really good time. Miriam, her sister, and I were really into MySpace at that time. We would add a ton of...friends and talk to a lot of people. We spent most of the night up on the computer. Eventually after hours of myspacing we went up stairs into her room. Laughing and writing on her walls. Talking. I developed an interest in her which made me curious about my sexuality. She went into the basement to get a couple of her dad's beers. We sat on her. Her lean shape, including slim breasts and hips, were accentuated by her snug knit top. She has excellent green eyes, and accenting reddish hair. Her smile and laugh are intoxicating.We enjoyed a great meal and wonderful conversation. Soon, it was time to send her on her way: "You'll miss your flight if you don't run along!" She lowered her head a bit, glanced upward, and said: "I have a confession - I changed my flight to the last of the night!" I grinned: "Did you do that for me, or for you?". "We will be landing in Heathrow Internation Airport in ten minutes, please move your seats to the upright position and secure any loose items." There was more, but I tuned her out as well as the baseball cap manufacturer.If this flight were an hour longer, I would kill that bastard, I thought. We were on the ground just seconds after that thought passed through my mind. Clearing the red tape was no fun, and of course the CIA didn't help me at all. The best way to hide something is to pay no. Gladys turned partly and looked at Daphne from head to toe. Only the smeared lipstick around her mouth detracted from her beauty. The miniskirt had dropped enough to cover her manhood. The bunched hosiery was the only discordant item."Remove those and come with me." Gladys ordered.Without waiting for a reply, she headed for the bedroom. Daphne bent over and unfastened her sandals before removing the pantyhose and panties. By the time she straightened up, Gladys had disappeared. Daphne followed.