Before she engaged the sounds of flight, she carefully scanned the instrument panel-taking stock of everything, making sure nothing was visually askew... Reaching out, she touched the dials, running her fingers over the gauges and indicators. She thought further on Burly's teachings."Flying is about feeling." His words filtered through her head, "Be aware of how the plane feels through every phase of the flight. Remember how I told you about my training? About how 'I got it' when the hammer hit. I couldn’t decide if I was disappointed or pleased. I settled on disappointed, I’m a nice guy. ‘Well?’ I asked. ‘Is there anything else I can do to help?’ ‘To be honest, I’m kind of scared walking around out here like this,’ she confessed, and I could tell it was a bit difficult for her to admit it, she really seemed like a girl who was used to getting by all on her own. She had stripped and walked fifteen minutes into a pitch-black empty forest, after all. ‘Do you think yo could come with. Her eyes moved down his body, resting on the man’s crotch, watching him slide his cock in and out of Sharon’s ass. Jenny was too fixated on Enis’s lower region to notice the subtle wink and smile from the black bodybuilder, a knowing acknowledgement of his audience before the grand finale. As Sharon moaned louder, her body stiffening, Enis kneeled down and pulled the redhead up to a kneeling position, holding onto her elbows. Jenny suddenly became aware that not all the moaning she was. . Matt?" How do you know..." they both began."Let's not start that. That seems to be the first thing everyone can ask me. Let's talk about you." What about me," Gwen sighed, a cool and depressing sound at best."What makes you so ugly," the old man asked, turning from Matt so he could speak to her directly. "You look just fine..." His face joined hers in the mirror as the two of them stared at her reflection."No I don't. Everything's wrong! My hair isn't right, my breasts aren't big enough. I.