But her appeal was in her style. She wore a short black skirt, almost like a tutu, that stopped high up her thighs. Her slender legs stretched for mil...s and ended in jet black sneakers. Up top she wore a black and red hoodie, unzipped half way down her chest, showing off the start of her slight bumps. I couldn’t help but wonder if she had anything at all on underneath that. But what really pulled it all together was her two tone hair, black at the base pulled back into two fire red ponytails. I. He pointed to a leather chairsitting across from him.Dylan sat down and waited for his boss to speak."I've been reading your performance reports; you've done very well,"said Mr. Wade."Thank you, sir," replied Dylan."I'll get right to the point; I'm sure you're wondering why you'rehere," stated Mr. Wade.Dylan nodded."Have you heard of Connell Aviation?" asked Mr. Wade.Dylan wasn't sure if this was a test or not, but he could tell that Mr.Wade expected a response. He had taken it upon himself to. He listens to all my woes without rancour, has done for four years, so I’m allowed to take liberties. ‘All packed and ready?’ ‘I will be soon.’ ‘Coming out for a last pint then? Before you have to drink that Yank crap.’ To Pie, anything in North America is Yank. ‘Yeah.’ It had to be tonight. Getting drunk on my last night would mean hours on a plane whilst nursing a hangover. ‘Stamford arms?’ ‘Nah. Don’t fancy the Stamford,’ I say. His local was where we’d met, the first time I’d tried to. Let’s call me “Vance” for this story. She’s about 5’5”, 125 with a nice ass, long legs, beautiful lips, tan skin, and c-cup tits. She gets hit on regularly with her pixie style short blonde hair. Let’s call her “Jan”.It started on vacation. We decided to go to a swinger resort - with no expectations other than to have fun and see what happens. We talked ahead of time to set some ground rules and decided to dive right into the deep end if things matched up. Well, they did. we met another couple.