On Friday morning, we were up, showered, and dressed, ready to go by six thirty. We had some coffee and breakfast, waiting for John, the boat engineer... to get here. We arrived at the Aero Park at seven-fifteen to find the other John doing the preflight inspection on the 1900D. Sue had decided we needed to take Maggie, Kate, and Carson, so we needed the extra seating. I hurried to join him and quickly went back over what had been done. The attendant had stowed the luggage we were bringing, so. ” I knew at some point the alcohol would show its ugly head and that time was about to take place. I said, “OH, you would? You would spank me?” and I laughed. He repeated himself in a joking manner but the next thing he knew I had poked my ass out at him as he sat in the chair and told him, “Spank it then.”With him nervously sitting in the chair, my ass poked out like an offering to him and my phone buzzing around on the table, I told him, “Quit talking shit and spank it tough guy.” He. So to start with, I am 19 years old from West Bengal and am currently pursuing academics in college in another state. I have an average height of 5f 6” with a strong athletic body. And a 6.5-inch cock.Now let’s get straight to the story. In my life so far I have been lucky enough to have a few sexual interactions (experiences). But the one I am about to tell you is one I am going to remember for a long time. This happened a few months ago when I was returning from home after the college. .you know.”“Never expected what Steve?”“Well…I never expected to see you. . .you know. . . down there.” He told me with an odd look on his face. I watched as the smile slowly drifted away and his expression turned more…subdued…like when you drift off point and forget your train of thought.His comment struck me kind of funny and made me realize that evidently I wasn’t the only one that thought of this little encounter as. . . . . .more than medical.“Are you implying that I might be doing.