“Oh, I’m sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you like that! What is your name?”I smiled. “That's ok. I am Victoria!”He kept standing there and I h...ard him sniff the air. “Wow...you smell so lovely! And what a pretty little maid you are! Costume party you going to?”I smiled awkwardly at him. “Thanks. But these are my work clothes, and it was very expensive!” and walked over to the BMW. He walked right after. Why couldn't I just tell him who I was? I was not prepared for this.“Oh, you like BMW? Me too!. As we pulled up to a stop sign, I turned towards him to say that and he caught me completely off guard with a kiss. His lips were soft but aggressive and despite my feelings I felt my body immediately respond. Before I could even think I was kissing him back, heat spreading, heart rate increasing, and soft moans escaping. He stopped and asked if this was ok, knowing it was, but playing his role as a southern gentleman expertly. Blushing, I said it was unexpected but nice. He rounded the. He was white whilst Racquel's dad was black. Racquel was black herself and at 17 she had a killer body with firm C cup boobs and a really thick bubble butt. She had thick lips as well which she always kept glossed. She didnt like Rick though even though at 40 years, he was quite a hottie. He always ogled her which disgusted her because she had a boyfriend. Her dad kissed her and picked up his suitcase.'See you later, honey' 'Bye Dad'Racquel cleared up the breakfast table and went to watch Tv. If only I still had access to a Mosquito!But, hang on, I thought—I still had lots of pals who stayed on in the RAF after the war, maybe, just maybe, I can call in a favour; there are probably still training flights that fly that sort of distance, perhaps I could hitch a lift on one of those; it wouldn’t hurt to try, but first I needed to talk to Sir Walter.“—Of course you must go Thomas! I’m sure that I can spare you for three or four days, maybe even a week if you need it. How do you plan on.