How many acres do you own here?”“I’d have to guess we own close to twenty-thousand acres here on Crow Ridge. My adopted son Jon David could tell...you to the half-acre how many we have. He takes care of our books and sees to it we get the best prices for our oil, whether we refine it ourselves or sell it as crude.”“You own your own refinery too?”“Well, we own the biggest share of it and we operate it too, so yes we do.”“Eli, you have all this and yet you still want to be a marshal?”“William, it’s. As you can see, I have yellow and black stripes painted on my wings and fuselage, and a big M8 on my wings and fuselage as an identification marking. Do you copy my transmission?}{Yes, M8, I see you. What country are you from. Are you Italian? You don’t have any trace of that accent.}{I am Bahamian, and way out of my normal neighborhood. I will explain when I see you. My name is Al, and that is also my callsign. Please be careful not to run out of gas because that would be very awkward. We do. Building sensitivity to the very centre of her sensitiveness … masturbation as an act of pleasure in another’s eyes…mutual masturbation as foreplay …see this is me…this is what I like…you can have it….but only after I tease myself.Chas knew there was more… Beth did too… the more was Beth’s tongue and Chas’s tongue…Chas moved herself up and sat over her sweet friends face. Beth was licking as soon as Chas was in range … Chastity had let her fire-crotch pubes blaze back into fuller shape…Beth. But from the way mum flushed and turned red, I knew that she took my meaning that I wanted her to try the stuff on and model it for me."I can't do that, Mark! I'm your mother." I knew that I was on dangerous ground, but the thought of seeing my mum in a her new sexy underwear was one of my greatest fantasies coming true, and I just couldn't let it stop here without another try."Ah come on mum. It's no big deal. I have seen you in your underwear before many times. Nobody's going to know and you.