Mike Harris remembers when flying was a pleasure, a time when hosties were young, pretty and attentive; a time when passengers comfort and satisfaction came first; a time when hosties wore stockings. On a flight long ago Mike met an attractive mature hostess who gave him a footjob in his seat and later shagged him in the khazi.
It started when my parents and a guest couple disappeared then reappeared mysteriously in the house. Later, I discovered a large part of the house I never knew existed. Along with that, I discovered a large part of my parents' private life I never imagined possible. At last, my discoveries were rewarded lavishly.