. the waiting room/tower is a 1950’s brown brick single story affair attached to a large hangar. The entire place is user friendly as would be expec...ed of a backwoods operation. The ticket agent is also the flight attendant who is also the co-pilot.The coal mines were in full swing and mid level mine personnel commuted regularly. So there WAS a need for an airline.My little Beech and its radial engines brought older folks up the hill to see what was going on with the consecutive takeoffs and. I resisted the urge to put my hand on the back of her head and speed up the pace as I wanted this to go on forever.Marie was starting to work on my head again and began stroking my shaft with her hand. I didn’t know that women of her generation knew how to give a great blowjob and frankly never put much thought into it. My breathing was starting to get heavy and she went back to going down all the way on me and using her tongue all over my cock. My burning hot dick was now covered in her. Anna couldn’t believe it so she dared Susan to tell her the room name, and when Susan did Anna join it to see if Susan was telling the truth, almost right away Anna found Susan’s name as she had posted a picture of herself on it as well, as Anna started chatting to Susan on the room Anna received an invite to chat from someone she didn’t know. Feeling nervous Anna answered and got chatting to him.He said his name was Mike, he was 52 and he hoped she didn’t mind him talking to her, Anna didn’t. She too knows no one else will be home for a little while and mentions she'll make a start on dinner. I continue to mow the grass and as I finish and pack up I see Julie in the side window, wearing nothing but a towel. I find myself staring thinking is this really happening, then low and behold the towel hits the floor. I stare in absolute awe and my cock begins to get hard in no time. Without noticing I slide my hand under my jeans and feel how hard I was getting. I had no idea what she was.