We need a closer look at the scene Raytech found for us above.
Because... because.. HOOOLY SHIT, FLIGHT ATTENDANTS!
Fellow boomers will remember a time when ALL airlines called them 'stewardesses', choosing them on NO other criterion than how they looked in tight skirts and blouses, heels, full make-up, and prim little hairstyles under those cutie caps.
Many a boomer pal will remember, as an adolescent, making his embarrassed way down the aisle to the toilet with an aching hard-on caused by the stewardess bending fragrantly over his tray and sashaying constantly up and down the plane, the nylon friction of stockinged thighs gently audible.
A few frantic tugs and a mile-high ejaculation (
please leave this toilet for other passengers in the state that you would like to find it 
) before returning, through the smokers' section, to flop back down in the seat and stiffen again within minutes.
Just one of soo many ways in which we boomers tasted a sweetness of life unknown to, and envied by, later digital-dickhead generations.
Back to the present and
just look at these two nylon nasties working on each other for the only lesbian site to which ole henry has ever subscribed...


























