Moving slightly forward, his face would slowly appear in the light, making him look like a Bohemian Rhapsody reject.However, so Gabe had discovered, i... he did the same move with the cigarette in the corner of his mouth, he looked like a sinister mob-boss in the smokey backroom of a dodgy bar. He tried to determine how cool he looked from the reflection in the cabin’s glass wall... Nope, not sinister enough. He tried again.From the set across from the smoke corner a girl came and she watched him. "I went to dad and took his hands in mine, and looked him in the eye. Thetears in his eyes welling up and threatened to burst out as he stared atme. I squeezed his hand then stood back. We were both filled withemotion and fear, each of us for different reasons, yet we were boundtogether by blood, unshakable memories and desires. I needed dad to atleast accept the fact that I'm different, and I had to convince him thatI am not Emily reincarnated. The tense atmosphere lingered for a fewmore. Tears filled her eyes and rolled down her cheeks as Winston started pumping against her ass. Her butt throbbed with pain, and her sphincter was squeezing and relaxing involuntarily. Even her neglected pussy was throbbing!"Awwwww!" Suddenly the Great Dane's fucking didn't hurt so much. She whimpered, then sighed as his cock pounded her shitter. Winston was fucking her rapidly, and she started to hunch back at him, lewdly swinging her upturned ass and grinding it, giving into the exciting,. “I’m glad it went well, but why tell me?”The general smiled and I had a bad feeling in my stomach. “The B-1 was originally designed and built to be a strategic asset, not really configured or used for conventional munitions or missions. When we saw what Lockheed had done, thanks to your material, we re-thought that assumption. Six aircraft were further modified during their refits to handle conventional munitions. Four of those participated in this mission. I want you to understand how valuable.