At the end of the two weeks, Jane was flying her own plane, Mustang 2, or M2. Her plane was painted yellow with black trim so that it, too, would be e...sy to spot in the air. We were now flying M1 and M2 in formation and going after pterodactyls. The guns were changed to act on the basis of an IFF (Identify Friend or Foe) system. A gun would fire on command if it did not receive a signal from the target that it was a friend.That was what we should have done to begin with, but even AI had to. Aa huaa baithaa thaa. We baatem kar rahe the jo mujhe saaf sunaaee de rahee theem. Meraa mitra bolaa. “mammee thod.ee taamgem khol naa.” usakee maam ne jaraa see anichchaa se apanee jaamghem thod.ee see failaa deem. Aisaa lagataa thaa ki waha maam ko salawaar utaarane ko manaa rahaa thaa. “mammee salawaar utaar de naa.” bahut karake usakee maam chudane ko abhee taiyaar naheem thee, mujhe maaluma thaa ki shuru mem aisaa hotaa hai. Meraa mitra maam ko manaataa rahaa. Waha dheere dheere raaste par. Oh, and I’ve been in martial arts in one form or another since I was six. My father had already raised three boys before I showed up. I was what some people may have considered an accident, an afterthought. As my grandfather would say, I was an oops baby. But the cool thing about being that oops baby was that I had my father all to myself. Growing up, as fucked up as I thought I was, it helped to have that one-on-one time with him.For the longest time, my parents always blamed themselves for. She stiffened a little when I slid one hand down into her panties, but she didn't try to stop me. I moved down, kissing her neck. "If we do this, I'm not going to share you with anyone. You know you can't change your mind. I'll keep you forever." I know Johnny." Her breath on my ear sent shivers down my spine.I pushed her back so I could see her. Dressed only in one of my old t-shirts and a pair of panties she straddled my nude body. I felt the moist warmth of her slit on me through the silky.