“So, why are you here? I mean this is way below your usual kind of drinkery or eatery either one.” He snickered.“No good reason actually. I hear... you were working over here. And yes, I heard it from your brother, and decided to check it out, the place. Evidently your ex-fiancée discovered you were up here on a trip she took down to Phoenix,” he said.“So, it was Ava?” I said.“Yes. She was down in Phoenix and was interested in finding out where you might be hanging your hat. She bumped into some. .. really *really* good. And down there,under his bikini, he was all girl. Come to think of it, his legs didn'tlook bad, either.Anyway, I knew it was working, when his "Mmg... mmg... mmg" rose to awhiny high-pitched "Nng... nng... nng!" I could even feel his moistureseeping through his bikini crotch.I yanked the bikini front down and cupped my hand over -- a nutsack anda hardening cock! Yanking my right hand away, I slammed him aside withmy left and ran off, my stomaching heaving. . " You already read the manual?" I found it out at the base while I was waiting to get my new boot made. It was so interesting I looked for it and found it at Borders. I read it completely through once and have almost finished it again. As a matter of fact, it's in my luggage right now." Son of a gun, that's great. Well, Chuck, I might as well begin your lessons. There is more ground school for instrument flying than your original ground school. You can take a crash course, but I don't think. He crooks his finger in a come-hither motion and I find myself being drawn to him, almost involuntarily. It is as if my body has taken over, ignoring my brain’s rationality. I close the distance between us quickly. He smiles again and my heart rate picks up. He grasps the back of my neck with one hand and the belt loop of my jeans with the other and pulls me to him. His lips on mine are firm and hot, and his tongue drives me insane with lust. He kisses down to my neck and sucks. His hands move.