In fact, my gifts far outstripped Amelia’s.Waking up the morning after, I’d been gifted with finding Amelia still in my bed, curled up next to me....I’d been gifted to be able to study her as she slept. There was, in her face, an innocent purity I associated with some of the very greatest child actors; Shirley Temple, Dakota Fanning, just prettier. Amelia, quiet and relaxed in sleep, was younger, her face missing the influence of her personality. Small nostrils flared gently with each silent. Her room opened directly onto the courtyard, as many of the rooms in that block did. She had dismantled the overhead for a little private, dark space by the door. As she fumbled with her key in the lock, she whispered back to me, "Get your costume off ... strip down to your undies out here." I'm not wearing any."She frowned, "Then leave your jeans on. Don't want to scare poor Debbie if she catches us. Be really quiet, okay?"She got the door open and slipped into the bathroom behind it. I was. There were two that had possibilities; the Air Tractor AT802U looked the most promising. It was US made; in fact, we already owned six as crop dusters. They were tough as nails both in flying and durability.To add to that Robbie’s mechanics knew how to work on them and we had some parts in the stock room.Air tractor had a border patrol, light attack, surveillance aircraft version. It was short runway and dirt strip proven with a variety of light weapons mounts for Stinger missiles, Hellfire. I spurted repeatedly as I held her head in my lap. She dutifully swallowed every drop of my cum, not spilling a drop and making no mess whatsoever on herself, me, or the seat. It was as if we were never even there!When I quit pumping, she licked my cock clean and sat back on her heels, proud of herself. I reached down and helped her up and kissed her, tasting my own cum on her full lips.I stood and pulled up my pants, then sat back down, drawing her down with me."Asami, that was incredible, but.