"Go to Australia" they said "We'll continue your training, and you can do the aircraft commanders course if you're up for it" So, two 777 flights later, one in the right hand seat and one as dead head in first class (mmmmm) and with a gentle screech of tyres I find myself I. Sydney, where, joy of joys, its sum...
So, day three, and I find myself on Manly beach. Sandy, utterly beautiful, and hot as all hell. I lay under a sunshade on my towel feeling the sweat run down my back and between my legs. Any form of wetness there, no matter where it comes from is ok by me, and it wasn't long before my dirty little mind asked me how ... » Read more