Fly The Friendly Skies

You spend all day at thirty thousand feet, sitting backwards in the plane, jumping whenever anyone pushes that dumb button...you need some time to unwind, relax, get your g-spot tickled by a fellow stewardess, just the usual. I'd say the bright red underwear is probably the wrong choice with a white shirt...but who am I to complain?


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