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, 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...
