The locksmith joined us about five minutes after we got settled. He looked to be about twenty-five or so and walked with a pronounced limp, probably f...rom the wound he received in the line of duty. I absently wondered how he would like to go back to work as a supervisor. I looked over at Shorty and he must have been reading my mind because he nodded yes to my unspoken question.He sat down and introduced himself as Beau Gentry and I choked on the food I had in my mouth. He was watching me and. ‘I love you, Sarah. Now come for me.’ He whispered it into my ear, and that was the last straw. The whimpering became a howl, and every muscle I had seized, fire burning through my veins, his hand now pumping in and out of me quickly, if shallowly, his thumb pinching my clit, his breath tickling my neck, as I came. Even the slight pain of my pussy muscles clenching couldn’t slow it down. I clung to him, fingers digging in to his shoulders as I shuddered. By the time my head cleared, his hand. "You know you can. Anything." She sighed."Vic, your healthy as a horse. But—you work like one too, like a draft animal actually. I worry," she said. I started to say something, but she waved me off. "No, let me finish, okay, honey. Please." I nodded."I worry that you might have a heart attack, or a stroke. And don't laugh; it happened to both your dad and your younger brother; and it killed your dad at 52 and your brother at 43!"I was talking about you to my boss the other day. He told me that. Being an airline hostess Michele was well used to men being forward, trying look up her skirt or even trying to cop a feel and she was about to spin around berate this young upstart when all of sudden she felt a little tingle of sexual excitement ripple through her body. My God she was even getting a little moist!It was Michele's last flight with BOAC and she was determined to enjoy it and be a little naughty during the flight but she hadn't expected to be doing anything this naughty. She.