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"Great story ; hope there is more On a tangential note, wish BA were any decent these days. There are very few left who are interested in serving customers, let alone interesting ones " Quite right, cabin crew have very little interest in passengers these days and just go through the motions...more trolley dolly than sexy opportunists. | |||
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"I fucked a BA hostess in Singapore a few years ago met her on her stop over in a bar she told me how she was out with 12 others got me really interested more cocktails she dropped in the conversation she was the only stright one on her flight as she was traveling with 12 men and they where all gay. From that I think it took us 15 mins and we where back in her hotel great night would love to meet her again. " I bet you would! | |||
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"She led from the kitchen to the bathroom and we entered a walk-in shower. She switched on the water and we began to soap one another, working up a soapy lather in more ways than one. She dropped down to her knees and started to suck on my cock. I wasn't sure that there was any life left in it after the morning she had given me, but there it was growing stiff in her hands again. I watched my cut cock go in to her mouth and I couldn't resist thrusting my hips forward. My hands rested on the back of her head and she swallowed more of my cock, easily I thought, but then she had been brought up on enormous black cocks. The thought of her with her husband, and other black lovers, excited and aroused me and after a few minutes she blew me to kingdom come. My last reserves of spunk had been literally sucked out of me. We washed finally and dressed. I had to put on yesterday's clothes as any spares were in my cases in my car. 'I need to get home and change but as we missed breakfast do you fancy lunch?' I said, thinking that this was where she would say that we had some great fun but that she was married and preferred black cock. 'I would love that. Let's get to yours then drive out in to the country' Jane replied. She was dressed in white jeans, a white buttoned blouse and tall white mules. She tied her damp hair in a pony tail, put some lipstick on but no other makeup, and announced that she was ready. We left the house and found my car, together with a unwelcome parking ticket, for exceeding my paid time, which I considered extremely good value for money. I was living in the Barbican then and the drive took about thirty minutes, thanks to the London traffic. Jane came up to my apartment and I left her in the living room as I changed. I went with her casual style and grabbed some jeans, a white shirt, and some canvas beach shoes. 'Fancy Brighton?' I asked. 'I fancy you' Jane replied with a smile that I swear I felt in my triousers. " London traffic can be a bind, I find it's only getting worse an the amount of uninsured drivers is staggering. My last drive near Barbican resulted in about 3 near misses, and some fairly hairy evasive manuoveuers. You really are taking your life in your own hands on those roads. Commute by tube is far more easier but even that comes with its own set of risks | |||
"She led from the kitchen to the bathroom and we entered a walk-in shower. She switched on the water and we began to soap one another, working up a soapy lather in more ways than one. She dropped down to her knees and started to suck on my cock. I wasn't sure that there was any life left in it after the morning she had given me, but there it was growing stiff in her hands again. I watched my cut cock go in to her mouth and I couldn't resist thrusting my hips forward. My hands rested on the back of her head and she swallowed more of my cock, easily I thought, but then she had been brought up on enormous black cocks. The thought of her with her husband, and other black lovers, excited and aroused me and after a few minutes she blew me to kingdom come. My last reserves of spunk had been literally sucked out of me. We washed finally and dressed. I had to put on yesterday's clothes as any spares were in my cases in my car. 'I need to get home and change but as we missed breakfast do you fancy lunch?' I said, thinking that this was where she would say that we had some great fun but that she was married and preferred black cock. 'I would love that. Let's get to yours then drive out in to the country' Jane replied. She was dressed in white jeans, a white buttoned blouse and tall white mules. She tied her damp hair in a pony tail, put some lipstick on but no other makeup, and announced that she was ready. We left the house and found my car, together with a unwelcome parking ticket, for exceeding my paid time, which I considered extremely good value for money. I was living in the Barbican then and the drive took about thirty minutes, thanks to the London traffic. Jane came up to my apartment and I left her in the living room as I changed. I went with her casual style and grabbed some jeans, a white shirt, and some canvas beach shoes. 'Fancy Brighton?' I asked. 'I fancy you' Jane replied with a smile that I swear I felt in my triousers. London traffic can be a bind, I find it's only getting worse an the amount of uninsured drivers is staggering. My last drive near Barbican resulted in about 3 near misses, and some fairly hairy evasive manuoveuers. You really are taking your life in your own hands on those roads. Commute by tube is far more easier but even that comes with its own set of risks" Of course that's if the tube is running that is hehe | |||
"She led from the kitchen to the bathroom and we entered a walk-in shower. She switched on the water and we began to soap one another, working up a soapy lather in more ways than one. She dropped down to her knees and started to suck on my cock. I wasn't sure that there was any life left in it after the morning she had given me, but there it was growing stiff in her hands again. I watched my cut cock go in to her mouth and I couldn't resist thrusting my hips forward. My hands rested on the back of her head and she swallowed more of my cock, easily I thought, but then she had been brought up on enormous black cocks. The thought of her with her husband, and other black lovers, excited and aroused me and after a few minutes she blew me to kingdom come. My last reserves of spunk had been literally sucked out of me. We washed finally and dressed. I had to put on yesterday's clothes as any spares were in my cases in my car. 'I need to get home and change but as we missed breakfast do you fancy lunch?' I said, thinking that this was where she would say that we had some great fun but that she was married and preferred black cock. 'I would love that. Let's get to yours then drive out in to the country' Jane replied. She was dressed in white jeans, a white buttoned blouse and tall white mules. She tied her damp hair in a pony tail, put some lipstick on but no other makeup, and announced that she was ready. We left the house and found my car, together with a unwelcome parking ticket, for exceeding my paid time, which I considered extremely good value for money. I was living in the Barbican then and the drive took about thirty minutes, thanks to the London traffic. Jane came up to my apartment and I left her in the living room as I changed. I went with her casual style and grabbed some jeans, a white shirt, and some canvas beach shoes. 'Fancy Brighton?' I asked. 'I fancy you' Jane replied with a smile that I swear I felt in my triousers. London traffic can be a bind, I find it's only getting worse an the amount of uninsured drivers is staggering. My last drive near Barbican resulted in about 3 near misses, and some fairly hairy evasive manuoveuers. You really are taking your life in your own hands on those roads. Commute by tube is far more easier but even that comes with its own set of risks Of course that's if the tube is running that is hehe" This drive took place in 1985 and even then London traffic was hell. The tube, when they are not on strike, is definitely the way to go! | |||
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"Interesting story. I've flown all my life to all over the world and had many similar experiences. Great airlines for it were Pan-Am, Lufthansa, KLM, Singapore Airlines, Malaysian Airlines, Emirates, Cathay Pacific, Air France. Five Mile High Club, Rolex Girls, etc ... all great for sex. Terrific times. Now prefer swinging, particularly MMF, so any ex stewardesses out there who'd like to have fun again ... give me a call xxx" You should put some of your adventures on Forum....they could be great fun! | |||
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"Thankyou for sharing this amazing story with us. " My pleasure! | |||
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"More please want to what happened next " I will tell shortly. | |||
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"Not good " No...a very bad girl! | |||
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"Class" Thanks...more to follow. | |||
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"More xxx" Popular demand will succeed! | |||
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"Brilliant storylines. Excellent penship and imagination. Keep going LOL." glad you are enjoying. I promise to post more! | |||
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"Excellent addition " Thanks....a connoisseur! | |||
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"Great stories ! That was then , what's happening now ? " Read 'Fake Taxi' to find out. | |||
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"Probably the best story I have read on here!" Thank you! | |||
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"What a brilliant post... perfect for a Saturday morning in sunny France xx" Glad you enjoyed in sunny France! X | |||
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"Probably the best story I have read on here....????????" Thank you! | |||
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"What a brilliant post... perfect for a Sunday morning in sunny France xx" I fully agree brilliant story xxxx | |||
"What a brilliant post... perfect for a Sunday morning in sunny France xx I fully agree brilliant story xxxx" Thank you Susie. XX | |||
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