In the morning we had a nice breakfast with K and his wife, then headed out in the late morning for a late afternoon flight.I waited until we had been... on the road for a while before I said anything about K and what had happened on Saturday night. I was wondering if she would bring up anything about it or even want to talk about the foot massage.After a while, C actually said something to open the door. It was an innocuous statement that could have directed the conversation in any direction. But. Guys who are excited by certain pics of me turn me on the most, which means a guy who likes looking at my mouth and thinking how he might feel it. This is the story of one guy who got to feel it.So I was bored, ha ha, and surfing the net all horny. Found a guy posting on a popular list website who was looking for discrete oral action from a lady like me. So we exchanged some emails that night. Sent him a bunch of self pics of my mouth, tongue, and me using them. The chat went very well. We. They already knew every thing about each other there was to know. That is everything except for what it would feel like to be in each other’s arms. That thought alone had her floating on clouds, even without the plane. Suddenly she remembered where she was as the pilot announced their upcoming decent into LAX. Her heart jumped into her throat as she was suddenly, incredibly nervous. Attempting to drag her overflowing suitcase off of the conveyer belt she suddenly felt a strong presence behind. He’s staunchly Republican, so is Mom and my older sister, Autumn. I’m not so staunch, but I lean Democratic.Daddy has never, not once, tried to influence my politics. He’s always wanted Autumn and me to grow up to be independent thinkers. It’s working with me.I’m writing this in the Spring of 2017 and Daddy is becoming increasingly uncomfortable with our new President. And even more disgusted with our super-partisan Congress.What a mood the country is in. I have to wonder how it will affect our.