I would call her with the room number of the motel when I was there and she would come to the door. We wanted to stay "strangers" as much as possible....n the appointed day I got a room in a cheap motel , took my clothes off and gave her a call. I admit, I thought I would be stood up. But she answered my call and told me she could be there in about 30 mins. I stroked my cock in anticipation and had to fight the urge to cum.Sure enough about a half hour later there was a knock on my door. I looked. I knew she got my message because I could hear an occasional giggle. The bathroom door opened and there she was, so beautiful in every way.Her hair was wrapped in a towel and she was wearing sheer panties that hid nothing. Off came the towel and her curly red hair fell to just above her ass, the towel thrown on our bed. What a picture, her make up was knock out slutty, ruby red lipstick, matching rouge, light blue eyeshadow that highlighted beautiful blue eyes, and just enough mascara to. She didn't call back." I checked her computer several times after that and that's when I read the message about not calling him except on his cell phone. I think they continued to see each other for several months. Then they suddenly stopped. I think he was tired of her drinking and when she lost her sex appeal by being so overweight, he dropped her. Then, she really went south."He pondered that information for seemingly minutes. Then, he said, "It all makes sense. What sex we had was without. A wall of trees loomed ahead and then they were at it, still going about 30 knots. The fuselage found an opening but the wings sheared off as the plane plowed into the woods.The pilot was unlucky. A low branch punctured the windscreen and his neck. He was dead before the sliding stopped. Muir hadn't fastened his harness properly and the sudden stop threw him against the interior hard enough to scramble his gray matter. Silvie Klein was luckier, though she did take a blow to the head. The awful.