Beautifully formed. Large nipples. Stiff. Pointing at me. Down. Flat tummy. Pussy. Black, hairy bush.She leans against the glass. Hands flat. Either s...ide of her head. I copy her, my hands on hers through the glass. Our faces two centimeters apart, glass between us. Gazing into each other's eyes.She moves a hand from the glass onto her breast. I copy her. My hand up my shirt. We pinch our nipples. She gasps. Her breath steaming the glass. Mine does the same on the outside.Our gaze never breaks.. Our week was soon over and it was back to England to settle down to married life. That was seven years ago. With the honeymoon over, we moved into my house in Reading and I went back to work at my shop in London. Christiana was thrilled at her new home but quickly became bored with cleaning and trying to prepare different meals for me. She had given up her job in Holland but still was active enough to want something to do other than housework. I mentioned this to my manager who passed it on. This late in the season they had no luck in getting anywhere else to stay so they went and made the best of it saying that they would be spending a good deal of there time on the beach and looking around the area and no so much staying in their room. On there last night there they had a meal at the Pub and a few drinks. The locals all seamed to like the low sealing’s and dark alcoves of the main bar area and were always rowdy towards the end of the night. For some reason this got on Jenny’s. I never was very good at math and flying has math. At least the devil isn’t in it ... no numbers AND alphabet.Just numbers is bad enough.Instructors ... that’s a horse of a different color. Instructors have been known to exact a measure of pain ... not blood. Sweat and tears ... yes.A certain period of Ground School while the A&P mechanic inspected an already perfect aircraft was required. I needed to know terms.“Okay,” said my instructor, a fresh faced young lady still in her teens. Amy said..