She pointed her chin at the lavatory door. “In there…with him…..” Her voice trembled with excitement. I nodded and her professional smile turn...ed into a dirty lustful one. “You know that we do it with captains in there, too?” The curtains were closed around us and she moved even closer, putting her hand on my breast. She whispered in my ear. ‘Who is he? You are not married, are you? Your names on the flight manifesto are different.’ At first, I was reluctant to answer that. It’s not her. Frank was grinning as V put jam on his wilted willy and sucked it off. “Damn, I’ll have to look for reinforcements if this is what married life is like.” She put another dollup of the sweet stuff on him.Help arrived sooner than they expected. The agency only took a week to make a match. Manuel had just turned sixteen and his “illegal” parents had been deported. He as native born so they insisted he stay. If the government was going to pull them out of tax paying jobs, then it could support. I told myself "think of something else, think of something else" to try to soften my erection. NOT! She smelled so good and looked even better that there was no way my dick would go down. The crowd started getting even tighter as the night went on and people passing by bumped us repeatedly. I eventually couldnt prevent it and bumped up to her ass over and over. The thing was, she never acknowledged my hard on???? I was like "fuck it!" after a few bumps of my hard-on on her big ass and she. She had a slender waist that spread into wider hips. The best part of her was her long, slender legs. I could see that her ass drooped just a little and jiggled a bit as she sat down in a chair, still facing out the window, with her feet propped up on the sill. OMG! She was giving me a beaver shot and a half! I thought I was going to cum right then and there. I’d never seen a beaver crotch shot before. The playboys I never showed the gals pussy, and my mom’s had.