Mrs. Panty Dropper [Interracial(B.2/2)]

Ch.4

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Darren Demetrio

I held my passport in my hand and tightened the scarf around my neck as it became cold in this airport. Julianna was pissed but I had to do what I had to in order to keep this buisness from crashing.

Though I don't want to be in it, I have to. Sometimes when you're born, you have no choice but to live the way you're taught. That's what I'm doing.

Iyanna was standing behind me, and since she's never visited stateside, I decided to ask her some questions.

"Are you from here? Italy?" I asked.

"Actually from Greece. My mother who's Italian married my father who's African American when he was stationed there in the Military. He's retired and she passed away a year ago from terminal brain cancer." she said.

"You don't have to go into depth, I'm sorry for your loss." I said. Was I sorry? Why do we say that even though we know nothing of that person's inner feelings? What else do you say?

I booked us two first class seats and we were escorted first onto our airline. I was tired, it was close to midnight, and the flight would take over 10 hours including a stop somewhere.

"Do you have class work for your schooling?" I asked her, once we had gotten comfortable on the plane.

"I do but I'm taking a break, my professors already approved of this so I'm in the clear." she weakly smiled.

"Good morning passengers-"

That was the last thing I heard before I closed my eyes and fell into a light sleep. I woke less than two hours later with Mrs. Jones' head leaned on my shoulder.

The ride was bumpy, she drooled lightly, and her cleavage became free. But what do I do about it? I can't just fix it for her, damnit! These seats are wide and she still manages to lean on my side.

Why the hell didn't I take a private plane there instead of this basic shit?! I slightly regret it. I turned my head and got out my seat to use the restroom. As I waited behind another man, a flight attendent came up to me nicely.

"La mattina sir, would you like to use the flight attendents restroom, its much more comfortable." she smiled. [Morning]

"Its okay, I'll just wait. Grazie-"

"We insist, our first class should be treated like kings and queens. Please, follow me."

I sighed and followed her to wherever the other quarters were and looked back to see Miss Jones moving in her sleep. I went behind the curtains where all the food and drinks were and found the bathroom.

A little turbulence made the attendent press against me; and by press, I mean press, Like breast all the way on me.

"Miss I'm married. I wouldn't like to sue your air lines but with my income I probably could buy it. Please let me enjoy my flight."

"Is that your wife in there-"

"I-"

"Okay, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come onto you like that, I love my jo-"

"Excuse me while I use this restroom. Thank you again."

I did my buisness and washed my hands before going to my seat. Iyanna was on her laptop typing away when I went to sit on the inside seat.

"So apparently your stock market for Demetrio Clothing has went down." she said.

"I'm sure it has, my brother has been a shitty founder of the buisness." I smiled.