I'm not a he, I'm a she, and I'm definitely not prone to airsickness unless I'm really hung-over, which I assure you I'm not. As an added bonus, I've ...ogged over a hundred and fifty combat hours in F-100's and can spell you on the stick if you're half as tired as you look... Oh, and by the way, the name is Jamie, not James."Surprised, I whipped around to find a tall, slim, extremely attractive female officer in her early thirties, a silver-piped blue USAF garrison cap, displaying a Major's. A letter to Phil.Was in the Deli/Butchers in Midland yesterday and saw they had what looked like Black Puddings in the window display area right down the front. I asked the woman behind the counter if they were as advertised.Now I did notice that she had rather large well contained breasts fitting snugly into a black top. They actually jiggled when she moved which to an expert like myself knows that they are genuine. I could see the separation of the cleavage quite well and thought, if I go. ..' She surveyed the interviewee, admiring her.Pretty face, long brown slightly curly hair, and hazel eyes behind large glasses. Running a skilled eye over her body, she noted the generous curve of her chest and the shapely thighs, hidden though they were beneath a loose skirt and no-nonsense blouse and jacket. "Why do you want to join Furry Inc?" She asked, leaning forward slightly. She noted with approval how her subject didn't look away or blush at the sight down her partly open shirt this. She, another.Her loins were already alive with the familiar fire. It was an effort for her to keep her brain from saturating itself with lewd, vile thoughts. Oh, to be fucked right now... at this moment... by someone with a cock like Erabas... her cunt throbbed in its wild sensations. She kicked the sheet away, spread her soft, round thighs wide apart, and with both hands opened the velvety, golden flanges of her moist pink slit. The stale air of the mirrored-enclosed room brushed though it.