It is almost like he would drop everything and have a beer with us, just like a regular guy.” Watson was done chatting and the silence brought on a ...bit of weariness.I didn’t know another thing until Angela gently shook me awake, and said, “Tommy. We’re at the airport.”The ‘transport’ that the government arranged for us was an impressive bird, complete with most of the things that smaller, less expensive private jets can’t include. The best one was the bed in the back, where I went immediately. “Mmmm…” he moaned into her mouth. “Never get tired of touching boobs…” Charlie broke the kiss again, and laid back in her chair, spreading her legs wide.“Eat me,” she ordered.“With pleasure,” Harry said, a huge grin on his face. He got down onto the floor (Thank God for extra legroom seats) and moved towards Charlie’s groin. With a hunger unknown by man, he began lapping away at the girl’s pussy.“Ohhh…Oh God…” Charlie moaned. “That’s the stuff…”As Charlie was being eaten out, she looked over at. I raised my head from the pillow. I could bask in ignorance no longer.Whatever the consequences of my drunken behaviour turned out to be, I hadto face them.The light had improved a little, enough for me to notice as I sat up thattwo sizeable mounds of flesh were swelling from my chest.[Even today I find it impossible to convey the sense of shock that torethrough my entire being. No matter how florid my imagery, no matter howcarefully my sentences are constructed, no matter what techniques I. She smiled at the young girl; noticed how she was holding her thighs pressed tightly together, and how tiny ripples ran across her flesh from time to time."You're a very pretty girl, Doris; very attractive."Doris glanced at her employer, flushed, then: "Thank you, Mrs. Wynton. It's kind of you to say that." It's perfectly true, Doris. You have a wonderful figure--a very enticing figure." She paused, added: "You don't have to call me Mrs. Wynton my name's Mildred."Doris nodded, sipped at her.