"Let's figure out where to borrow a C-130, and find a retired military loadmaster to help us with the operation. I'll bet you can find someone if you ...dvertise in the military magazines and newspapers."Tiny had joined us and said, "I think DeDe can find you an aircraft and the man you're looking for is Bob Simpson in St. Louis. He's the warehouse manager and in charge of shipping there now. Give him a call to see if he's the right guy. If he is, bring him down on vacation with his wife, if you. I gasp in horror as my bowels are ripped open, he bottoms out in my lower intestine for Christs sake, he gives no inch of mercy as he plows into unknown territory and discovers how his daughters colon is doing, I cry profusely as the burning pain in me makes me scream for him to pump his pathetic cock like he really means it, then slip out of her completely and watch a father break in his preteen child like a sex horse, she stops crying and urges him harder on. Into her mind I slip just laying. Kevin walked around and joined me in the car. Before he could start the engine I leaned over and resumed our kissing. I knew he was enjoying out tongue wrangling because I placed my hand over his crotch. Oh yes, was certainly enjoying himself! We continued kissing and fondling and kissing and, well it could have gone on forever if I were charge. We parted to catch a breath and he smiled at me. I gripped his jeans, you know where, and he leaned back with his eyes closed. It was decision time, a. "I picked a switch at random again. He satted my ass hard. "One," i counted. Then my thighs in front."Two," i bit my lip. I was getting dizzy and wet. The third switch's blow landed on my left shoulder blade. Four, my right. Five through 10 my shoulders still.Next total of the next 3 switches blows were hard swats to my ass and thighs. I was whimpering and holding back tears and we were only half way through. The next switch started across my shoulder blades and traveled south along my back. At.