"And Raphael, "the Thunderbird Man" Porter?" he asked sarcastically. Barbara was ready for the question."You took that long trip and left me alone," s...he said. "I needed you with me and you weren't there." She was defiant. "Rafe came into the building to take care of some things with one of the accountant supervisors and saw me crying outside the restroom door. I didn't know it would get so crazy... I didn't mean for anything to happen at all... I just needed someone to talk to and he happened. "Suck my cock like the slut you are and if I shoot my load by the time we get to my place, I'll fuck your ass hard. You probably like it hard, don't you, slut?"I undid my seat belt and leaned over, letting his cock slide into my mouth. I sucked hard and used my tongue on his cock head as best as I could. I heard the car start. It was not very comfortable bending over like this. The center console wasn't built with road head in mind. I kept sucking his warm cock, enjoying the feeling of his. I could see her face when she turned in the queue. She must be in the mid-30s but her ass and boobs seemed to be very tight and just in the right proportions. She was very tall, must be 5 ft 9 in. She was not too thin nor bulky as well. I have this thing for tall women and I started praying that she gets a seat next to me. Just when she was to approach the check-in counter, we heard an announcement that our flight was delayed due to a technical issue and they can’t check in yet. The frustration. Her family shed more tears for the departure of Tamara's mother than they would for her. Perhaps they knew about her relationship with Bilal who, in any case, had been transferred to a refugee camp in the North of England where there was an urgent requirement for cheap labour to help shore up the collapsing flood defences. Tamara was now alone, wretched and grieving in South London, but at least she no longer had to share a mattress with two brothers, a distant cousin from what had once been.