Johnny held his hand out and Rick gave him the mic, “Rick, do you think you could do that?” Johnny held onto the mic but made it so Rick could be ...eard.“Yes ... Yes Sir.” Rick held the mic with Johnny, “Before the Captain, I was flying our 445 at under 60 miles per hour. I didn’t know what it could do. I certainly didn’t want to hurt it.” Everyone in the audience stood and applauded.The General looked to President Tripp, “TRAINING!” The President had seen and heard training many times. He. I held his shoulders and put the tip of my shit-covered cock on his asshole. I pushed abs in went my cock slowly into the ass. I readily felt my cock squishing his shit out.He struggled and writhed as my cock did the same in his ass. I had spread his legs to the sides. So as I fucked him, it was like I was tearing him in two from the groin. His facial expression was a mix of pain, disgust, and lust. He was begging me as I slapped hard on his face.R: Please stop. I can’t take it anymore.M: Is. I looked at her but she wouldn't meet my eyes, now. "So, uh, to answer ... sure, I would try it, in the right company." ' ... in the right company'?" she echoed. "That's funny. Hah. No one wants to get naked in bad company," she observed, with unexpected, wry maturity -- but still studying her lap.I laughed out loud. "That's an excellent way to put it, Lissa. You're pretty damn smart, yourself."She actually blushed, under her latte-tone skin. Flattery will get you everywhere. Lissa stretched. "Hi," I said. "Having a good time?" Yeah, it's been nice." Let me know when you want me to take you home," I said."I know ... Mom told me," she smiled.I usually make sure that she doesn't notice when I look her over, but I guess the alcohol was breaking my inhibitions some, because I couldn't help but run my eyes over her body while she was looking right at me."What're you looking at?"I have always been forward with her; I just said, "You. You've turned out gorgeous, Patti," I said, laughingly.