I arrived at Sheila's block about fifteen minutes early and dumped the sweat suit in one of her neighbor's garbage cans and found a place next to the ...arage to stow my walking shoes and the gear I had brought with me. I knocked on her back door at ten minutes to seven. Sheila answered looking tired and haggard. I could tell she was not in a good mood. "Get breakfast ready," she barked, "and you'll serve it naked. And put that bikini in the wash, I'm sure it's quite filthy given your activities. Uuuu Oh!.... uph… OH! – Aaaa. Aoooh!”I totally froze, buried inside her to the hilt. I decided there and then we would both be dead in the next few minutes. I envisaged her parents walking through the door to be faced by their daughter, red-faced, watery-eyed, biting down a terrible orgasm, as the boy-they-disliked-her-hanging-out-with had about 7” of swollen cock buried all the way inside her until-now-assumed-virgin pussy!Then I imagined myself pulling out of her just in time to splurt a. .. and what? She was Supposed to be in the Pacific. A Grumman Goose it a pretty big aircraft ... bigger than a Widgeon. But Pentwater in the summer ... What? You expect her to land it on the ICE? ... As I was saying ... Pentwater in the summer was generally full to overflowing with summer folk (Pronounced summerfuck by the locals.) and nearly every one of them that didn't rent dockage had a mooring.Sailboat masts are hell on wings.She could time it to 1946 Lansing, Michigan and Harold's. Now she stood at the front of her butcher's line in her chute. She stood naked and ready for the next time the door opened. She lifted her eyes and looked at the naked girl who was already being lifted into the air in her legs as a slaughter animal into the conveyor. Tears pressed on, she wept in despair. Tears ran freely down her cheeks and hit her breasts. Tina looked down, butcher's meat, only. She suddenly got a feeling of excitement in her body.Tina had seen the entire slaughter process.