RAF Woodvale holds the claim to fame of being the last airfield to fly operational sorties of Spitfires, although these sorties were out over the Iris... Sea collecting humidity and temperature readings for meteorological forecasts rather than in a combat role. Nevertheless, the sounds of a Merlin engine roaring overhead would have the 'smokies' of the Entry sighing in rapture at the iconic sound.RAF Woodvale can add another reason to its claim to fame as it was there I took up smoking.We had set. As Ron stood knocking on the door, no one answered at first and then the door swung open and there stood another girl -- not his daughter. "Hello, can I help you?" the attractive, shapely young blonde said as her eyes moved up and down over Ron's face and body. She felt her breath catch as she saw a very sexy mature man there in front of her and she tried to make her mind stay focused instead of wandering off into wondering what it would be like to spread her legs and let him fuck her."Hi, yes,. The biggest biker there then walked over to me and asked if I would like to join his group out on the back deck for a couple of beers. I agreed and went out side and sat with them. I knew they had been told about me and how horny I was and it wasn't long before we started talking about sex,etc.One of them asked me if I liked to ride Harleys and I said sure. He offered me a seat on the bike of his bike if I wanted and I could go with them to his groups place to party. He and I both knew what. ". I repeat with my thumbs and another chunk of my husbands shaft disappears. Stacy and Ken are now making a lot of noise. There is still a good 6 inches looking for a warm home. Ken is giving her the short stroke and it's pretty quiet up topside. Now she has to deal with the part where he gets forearm thick. I say "Here comes the rest" and I use both thumbs to pin her lips back. My husband (key thought here is 'mine') plows maybe 2 inches and her bottom lurches up while she lets out a.