. On my way to school! ... ' Bruce chuckled and stated ' ... Not today, you got sick and did not get to school! ... ' Now I was terrified as to what t...ey were about to do. Charlie continued ' ... you don't want to go to school and be bored all day. You can come with us and have some fun, I know we will! ... ' Both sort of chuckled as Charlie stepped to me reaching for my books. I moved back saying ' ... No, I'm good. ... ' Bruce smiled at me and said ' ... OK, keep your books, come on we are. “Thank you, Flyboy,” she cooed, recognizing him. She thanked all the tippers, but he heard only his own screen name. His cock pulsed as her voice sang in his ears and he loosened his pants to let it swell.He was a recreational pilot but spent a lot more time on commercial jets as his work took him around the world. His wife approved of this outlet while traveling. He couldn’t be effective in negotiations if he was horny (some used attractive women to put him off guard), tense (some applied. She was younger than me. Much younger. Well not exactly much younger but she was at the stage in her life when that sort of difference did make a difference. She had just turned 16 and I coming close to 29. The age where some would still see me a young man where others see me as “getting on a bit”. Now this is where our tale takes a step into the dark side. In Paul's home country of Scotland this would be nothing more than frowned upon with the odd comment shouted across the room asking if he. FLASHBACK"Grand-mère, qu'est-ce qu'on fait ici?" 'what are we doing down here' I asked her. She was dragging me by my arm, her grip like an iron clamp. We had delved into the old Delacour library, without an explanation for it."Silencieux Fleur Isabella" she ordered, she was waving a flame torch around dangerously in search of a very dusty, very old book.My grandmother found the right section, meaning I at least regained full control of my feet as she stood panning from book to book. She passed.