If someday Alzheimer’s eats my brain, I sincerely hope that those precious cells where she is stored remain intact until my last breath.Throughout t...is story, I’m calling her Eleven because we never exchanged names and so my only frame of reference for one of the great, if brief, passions of my life is her, in Seat 11A on the big Boeing jetliner.The young woman appeared in her mid-twenties. She was petite – a little under five feet – waifishly thin, probably well-proportioned size O. Eleven was. I moved my fingers and managed to press the doorbell. Daddy was beside me in seconds.“I’m getting a bit cold daddy.”“Oh sorry, I should have realised. I’ll close the doors.”He did then said, “Can I get you anything else?”I was going to ask him to cover me with the blanket, but when I opened my mouth the words said, “No thank you daddy, I’m fine.”Daddy looked up and down my naked body and said, “Well you’ve got the bell. Would you like me to read you a story?”“Daddy, I’m 18!”“Yes, sorry, would. I was still rubbing my pussy and my body felt like it was on fire. I had never been so turned on by a man in my life.Me: Mmmmmm. Ahhhhh. I love the way you say my name.Infidel: Fatima Fatima FatiiiimaaaaHe said it would more emphasis. His voice sent vibrations direct to my pussy. He was turning me on so much I felt like I would cum at any moment.Me: Ohhhhhhh god it sounds sooooooo gooooood coming from youI was so turned on I was going to cum any second.Infidel: I am stroking my cock looking at. That must have been how I knew the girls namein the other bed, the female memories inside of me had allowed me toanswer without thinking about it.Taking a closer look at my memories, I discovered who I now was,Courtney, 18 years old college freshman, star volleyball player, andjudging by what was looking back at me in the mirror, a total knockout.From my memories I could tell that I had never had a boyfriend, and wasin fact a lesbian. I was actually very grateful for that fact as I.