We had a great lunch and decided a nap would be good if we wanted to go to the Rack again later. The nap became a way to drain everything from my body...and let the women of my life know how much I missed them.We had a good time at the Rack, where one of the regulars beat me in a 10-ball game for twenty and went around the club crowing his victory. I appropriately hung my head and took on another regular who was probably better than the guy who beat me. I destroyed the poor guy by winning seven. She frowned. "It's short," she said."You'll wear a heavy coat. I'll warm the car and I'll deliver you near the door," I said, thinking that she was concerned about getting too cold."They'll see my legs." So?" They're thin."I replaced the dress where I'd found it and took her into my arms. "You have lovely legs," I said, brushing my lips against hers."You never told me that before." I told you last night. You just weren't listening."She pulled her head back. "Is that what you were saying when. She could actually feel Julie’s kegel muscles rapidly contracting over and over again, gripping her finger as it fucked in and out of her pulsating womanhood.Julie’s gasped, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…” over and over as she came. Her breathing had become so shallow that Charlotte worried she might hyperventilate because of her orgasm. Then the muscles in her body finally began to relax, and the hard contractions started to ease, telling Charlotte her friend’s climax was coming to an end. Then,. From all appearances JBG was now the agency’s number one air freight supplier of choice, at least as long as we had the C5. The C130s were still flying weekly and gone for two, three and four days at a time.The problem was that our C130s still needed inspections and now they were in the critical time frame. There was a solution coming in two weeks. Iowa was sending the second crew to replace the ones in Africa and two more of their C130s.The crews were going on the C5 as part of the fourth load.