"You're getting older too, you know," she said. "Daddy, don't you want something more out of life than driving that car way too fast, traveling, and t...e bimbo of the week?" Again I gave her the palms up shoulder shrug."I love my car. I've always loved Mustangs," I said. "I like traveling too. And as for the bimbo of the week, I've been with Shelly for almost a year. I'm kind of partial to redheads. And besides that, you introduced me to her." But Daddy," she whined. "Don't you want someone to. The second one in line, whose cock was about the same size as mine, got between her legs, grabbed them behind the knees and lifted them up to her chest. he started rubbing his cocks head on her slit, bumping it into her clit. she started rocking her pelvis to play with his cocks rubbing and bumping. the third leaned forward, making his cock a prominent figure in her view, and she took it in her mouth as he grabbed the back of her head and started pushing his cock deep into her mouth, stretching. It was funny, really, yet it was also a logical response.For some reason they assumed that Air Force One was one of the safest places on Earth... or rather, 'over Earth'. Well, maybe it was, from their point of view, but to us, it was another walk in the park. Or, perhaps I should say that it was that easy for Tom.He grabbed the president, vice president, and all the bigwig executives of the US Government, and placed them in another building he'd had built.I was not interested in watching this. * Curled up spoon fashion, the two people slept replete and content, Josh’s arms around Katrina, protective and strong, her small back against his front, his face buried into her hair, smelling the lemon tang from the shampoo she had used in his bathroom when she washed it only days before. Downstairs the young copper was knocking on the front door, the quiet night surrounding the little village with its thatched cottages and well tended gardens. The occasional drunk weaved their unsteady way.