I hope it goes well...Sunday evening, September...Dear Diary, What a weekend! I'll just start from Friday night. After I served mywife her dinner and ...ubbed her shoulders, I suggested manicures and pedicures.As you know, diary, that's one of the fun things we do together. She agreed andwe fixed our feet and painted our toes, then fingernails. As our nails were drying, I casually said, "On to makeup!" Shelooked over at me and asked, "Do you want me to show you how?" How about I show you?" I. Albert was my buddy's mother. She was medium height, nice tits, wide hips, bottle blonde hair and now I could tell, a thick dark haired bush. She was skinny with a little poochie belly. Liz was her name and she stood up making no effort to hide her nakedness. My cock was still hard as nails and standing straight out the front of my baggy swim trunks. "Its not everyday a good looking young man with a massive hard-on runs into my room while I am naked and horny and locks the door behind him and. Cared enough about me to insist on protection, and Jack kept saying “Come on, honey, you’ll love it and it will be okay,” I suddenly compared him to Mr. C. on a detailed level. Jack came away a very distant second place.So I dumped Jack and threw myself into the books. I told myself that Mr. C. would reward me for good scholastic habits. Finals came and I did well. So when we went home for the Christmas break, I expected everything to be just like it was before we had left.But it wasn’t.Some. Exterior Preflight"Mike said, "Walk around, Pull any pin flags. Count them. The Check list says how many you should have. Don't have enough? Find out why."Wiggle and move the parts that move, feel for any stickiness and listen for any grating noises. Squeaks or squeals are bad. Metal is wearing on metal. Fix it before you fly, it's damn hard to fix it upstairs."If you filled the tanks you should know there's fuel ... if you left "low fuel" sign in the cockpit window you should check. The little.