. Sandra?" Brad replied, attempting to downplay his surprise "How have you been? I see by your file that you aren't Miss Jones anymore." Oh yeah," San...dra said "I married Frank, remember him? We just moved back to town, he is a personal trainer now. Did you ever get married?" No, I haven't..." his reply trailed off, "but really, I've got to get this orientation paperwork signed so let's get this started. It is nice to see you again; I think you'll like it here." Brad responded with false. There was a quick whispered conversation between the two of them, and Kristen came back to our seat, still smiling."What's this all about?"Kristen looked at me and then whispered, "The Mile High Club is just a name they give for people who 'do it' on an airplane."I was a bit surprised that this happened so often that there was actually a name for it."In addition," Kristen continued, "our stewardess won the pool. The five stews have a pool, five dollars each per flight, on who they think will. "For somebody who is good atwatching others, you certainly don't understand yourself." Are you saying my actions are feminine?"Helen nodded. This I couldn't believe. I looked enquiringly at Rachelwho after a moment's hesitation also nodded."Is that why I was beaten up? I'm to blame for not being moremasculine." No, you're not to blame," reassured Rachel. "There is no excuse forthreats like that. You are who you are and people should respect that." Well it certainly looks like I've got a. " You bet," she said confidentially. "Not much different than the cheeks of my ass."She let go of one tit and it flopped sideways and down, hanging like a ripe cantaloupe on a vine. She reached to the bed where a tube of lubricant lay open. With one quick move, still on her bent knees, she picked up the tube and applied it between her legs, to her asshole. She squirted a hefty portion into her asshole and rubbed it around in there. Then she brought the tube up and presses a line, like.