He pressed a button and one on a lower rack slid out. I watched as he carefully went through what was plainly a start up sequence. Nothing happened an... he turned to a crate along the wall. From the crate he pulled out what looked like another oval power charge.Except this one was a little bigger than my fist. I watched as he pressed a hidden button and a section between the wings slid open. He dropped the oval in and closed it before going back through the sequence. This time the glider. He staggered backward, hands to his face. His partner turned and raised his sidearm, a 9mm handgun. She turned to face him, and smashed a hard right fist into his face. His head snapped backwards on his neck as if it would come off, but miraculously he remained conscious. Her left hand snapped down on his, snatching the pistol out of it with a strength her slim frame belied. She then drove the heel of her palm into the middle of his face, shattering his nose and driving shards of bone on a. I moan from just watching and Sasha moans from feeling his huge cock spread her open. I climb onto the bed and kiss Charles open mouth. His tongue reaching into my mouth while his dick pushes into her pussy. I push the ice cube into my pussy and rub my clit as he fucks her. I love watching his hips moving between her legs. The smell of her wet pussy in the air, the sound of his cock making her dripping wet. "Does your pussy need some attention, too?" he asks. He guides me to my hands and knees. There was this one year where all she brought over were string bikinis from Marks and Spencer (a famous UK brand). Nude. White. Black. Those were the colors. Stains would vary from yellowish on the white ones. To whitish on the black ones. Regardless of the color, they just smelled heavenly and sweet. I took one as a keepsake that year. A black one with thick mucus stains near the rear gusset is stashed in a zip lock bag to retain it's wonderful odor.The next year all she brought were those.