"Because it was originally going to be about the first female combat pilot." She explained. "There are so many clues..." I have to hear this." I shook...my head as she settled back onto the bed."This is great, Brent, you'll love it." Helen shot me a smile that I felt in my crotch."His name alone. Maverick." OH come ON, It's a macho pilot name." I objected."Yes, but combine it with the other things. He's doing a total James Dean look." So?" I asked, not quite getting it."Go to a pride rally some. Miss Baxter... Of course Miss Baxter."A barely contained laugh emanated from Claire's direction contained as asharp snort which she immediately covered with a light cough.Susan was oblivious to this in her puzzlingly similarly barely containedsimmering anger and impatience.Observing David's glance towards Clair, Susan regained her track andcontinued."The other change was of course brought about by the necessity to fill myprevious position for the duration. As such may I introduce Miss. My cock was straining as my hands held her hips. The head of my cock slipped between her lips. I teased her, letting the head massage up and down. “God, you're wet honey,” I gasped, “Has Frank got you all worked up?”“Ohhhhhh fuck,” she moaned as my cock opened her up.I grunted a little as I eased my shaft deeper, “Would you like Frank to take my place, honey?” I fed her the whole length, “Share you with him?”To my amazement she pushed her head off the bed; moaned loudly, her back arched, her. Not for a while yet."Rita pulled a long soft feather from her toy box. She started on the bottom of my feet, gradually moving it up against the skin of my calves, then thighs carefully avoiding my prick. The feather was electrifying to the touch. My skin tingled wherever that feather touched me. She circled around my pubic area, continuing upwards on my body, across my stomach then the chest stopping to gently caress my two nipples. First one then the other."Please. I need to cum." I beseeched.