“Burt charged me a dollar a lesson and I had to put gas in the plane. A lesson was an hour; the plane used 75 cents in gas. He had a contact with th... post office that had to be kept. Burt begged Dad to let me fly the route until school started; I got 2 dollars a day. Thought I was a millionaire,” Crash said.“I flew B17s while bombing France and Germany, got shot up a lot over Germany but had luck on my side. Those Luftwaffe fighters were bad news. I manage to survive two rotations before coming. She was responsible for all you are looking for. I think Grace would be a perfect fit for you. Would you like to meet her and talk with her yourselves?”“Yes, we would like that. When would be a good time?” Tim replies.“How about Saturday afternoon around three? Grace could come to your house so you could show her around and explain what is needed. After that, we can work out a schedule and rates for her, and if acceptable, she could start next week,” the owner suggests.It's all settled for. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and I thrust my hips back when I felt the tip of his cock positioned to enter me, his cock slid deep inside me, catching both of us off guard and he began to pound my cunt. We fucked hard in this position causing my tits to pop free from the Wonder Bra that had held them prisoner. His cock wasn't particularly thick, but it was about 7 1/2 to 8 inches long and it was hitting all the rights spots, I came two times in this position as he pounded away. I could. That was depressing enough.It was a longer drive in those days. You took the Beltway around the city to Glen Burnie, and then drove down 301 to Annapolis, where you would cross the Bay Bridge and take 50 into Ocean City. It was a four-hour drive. Eventually the ride to Annapolis would become an interstate, and Route 50 would be upgraded to an interstate in everything but name, and you could shave an hour off the trip. It wasn’t as bad as it had been, though. The second Bay Bridge had just been.